|Ice cream solves everything...
||[Sep. 21st, 2008|12:39 pm]
The recent sermon I attended included a story about the innocence of a little girl having dinner with a family at a restaurant. Below is a very short version of what our preacher said|
A family were eating at a restaurant when their little girl asked if she could be the one to say grace. Her father agreed and the little girl's grace was something like this:
"Dear wonderful god. Thank you for the food we're about to eat. Thank you that it's daddy's birthday. Please bless mommy, and have daddy order lots of ice cream."
A grouchy patron at a table nearby loudly complained "That's what's wrong with the world today - children aren't taught to say their prayers properly."
The little girl started to cry and asked her father "Daddy, was there something wrong with my grace? Did God not like it?"
Her father tried to comfort her.
A little while later an elderly man came by the table, said hello to the father and the mother then stepped up to the little girl. He winked, and then quietly said to her "I happen to know that God really liked your prayer. I also happen to know that a little bit of ice cream is good for the soul."
The little girl felt a lot better after that.
When the ice cream arrived, the little girl looked at her serving for a while. She picked it up and carried it over to the grouchy patron where she put her entire serving in front of him. She then winked at him and said "I happen to know that a little bit of ice cream is good for the soul... and my soul is good already."