Last week, I took my grandchildren out to dinner, expecting nothing more than a quiet evening together. Before the food arrived, my six-year-old grandson looked up at me with a serious face and asked, “Grandpa, can I say grace?” I smiled and told him he could. The entire table bowed their heads as he folded his little hands and began to pray. “God is good, God is great. Thank you for the food… and I would thank you even more if Grandpa gets us ice cream for dessert. And liberty and justice for all. Amen.” For a second, the restaurant was completely silent.

Then soft laughter spread through the room. Most people smiled, but one woman at a nearby table shook her head in disapproval. Loud enough for everyone to hear, she muttered, “That’s what’s wrong with kids today. They don’t even know how to pray. Asking God for ice cream? Honestly.” My grandson’s smile disappeared instantly. Tears filled his eyes as he looked at me and whispered, “Did I do it wrong? Is God mad at me?”....