My grandson’s face crumpled instantly.
Tears filled his eyes as he looked up at me and whispered, “Did I do it wrong? Is God mad at me?”An Unexpected Stranger Speaks Up
I pulled him close and reassured him that he had done a wonderful job, and that God certainly wasn’t mad at him.
Just then, an elderly gentleman from another table slowly walked over.
He leaned down, gave my grandson a friendly wink, and said warmly, “You know something? I happen to know that God thought that was a great prayer.”
My grandson looked up, surprised.
“Really?” he asked.
“Cross my heart,” the old man replied with a smile.
Then he leaned closer and added in a playful whisper, nodding toward the woman who had complained:
“Too bad she never asks God for ice cream. A little ice cream is good for the soul sometimes.”Naturally, at the end of the meal, I bought my grandchildren ice cream.
My grandson stared quietly at his sundae for a moment.
Then he did something I will remember for the rest of my life.
Without saying a word, he picked up his ice cream, walked across the room, and gently placed it in front of the woman who had criticized him.
He smiled politely and said:
“Here, this is for you.”
