Ice Cream for the Soul

Last week I took my Grandchildren to a restaurant.  My 6 year old grandson asked if he could say grace.  As we bowed our heads he said, “God is good.  God is great.  Thank you for the food and I would even thank you more if mom gets us ice cream for dessert, And Liberty and Justice for all!  Amen!”

Along with the laughter from the other customers nearby I heard a woman remark “That’s what’s wrong with this country.  Kids today don’t’ even know how to pray.  Asking God for Ice cream!  Why, I never!

Hearing this, my grandson burst into tears and asked me, “did I do something wrong?  Is God mad at me?”  As I held him and assured him that he had done a terrific job and God was certainly not mad at him, an elderly gentleman approached the table.  He winked at my grandson and said, “I happen to know that God thought that was a great prayer.”  “REALLY” my grandson asked.  “Cross my heart” the gentleman said.  Then in a theatrical whisper he added (indication the woman whose remark had stated this whole thing).  “Too bad she never asks God for ice cream. A little ice cream is good for the soul sometimes.” 

Naturally, I bought the kids ice cream at the end of the meal.  My grandson stared at his for a moment and then did something I will remember for the rest of my life.  He picked up his sundae and without a word walked over and placed it in front of the woman.  With a big smile he told her, “Here, this is for you.  Ice cream is good for the soul sometimes, and my soul is good already.”

Florida Email

A Minneapolis couple plans a Florida vacation to escape an icy winter.  They reserve a room at the hotel where they honeymooned 20 years ago.  Due to their work schedules, they have to fly out on separate days. The husband leaves Minneapolis on Thursday with his wife scheduled to fly out Friday.

He checks into the hotel and finds there’s a computed in their room, so he decides to email his wife.  Unfortunately, he accidentally leaves out one letter in her email address and his message goes to a widow in Texas who had just returned from the funeral of her husband, a Baptist minister.  She decides to check her email for messages of condolence, reads the email from Florida and faints. 

Here’s what she read:  “To:  My Loving Wife   Subject:  I’ve arrived”  “I know that you are surprised to hear from me.  They have computers here now and you are aloud to send emails to your loved ones.  I’ve just arrived and have been checked in.  I’ve seen that everything has been prepared for your arrival tomorrow.  Looking forward to seeing you then?  Hope your journey is as uneventful as mine was.  Your loving husband.  P.S.  Sure is hot down here!!!!”