Sunday, August 4, 2013

FAITH

 A 
little girl went 
to her bedroom and 
pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place 
in the closet. 


She poured the 
change out on the floor and counted it 
carefully. Three 
times, even. The 
total had to be exactly perfect.. No chance here 
for mistakes. 


Carefully placing 
the coins back in the jar and twisting on the 
cap, she 
slipped out the back door and 
made her way 6 blocks to Rexall's Drug Store 
with 
the big red Indian Chief sign 
above the door. 

She waited 
patiently for 
the pharmacist to give 
her some attention, but he was too busy at this 
moment. 
Tess twisted her feet to make a 
scuffing noise. Nothing. She cleared her 
throat 
with the most disgusting sound 
she could muster. No good. Finally she took 
a 
quarter from her jar and banged it on 
the glass counter. That did 
it! 


'And what do you want?' the 
pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone 
of 
voice.. I'm talking to my brother 
from Chicago whom I haven't seen in ages,' 
he 
said without waiting for a reply to 
his question.. 

'Well, I want to 
talk 
to you about my brother,' Tess 
answered back in the same annoyed tone. 
'He's 
really, really sick....and I want 
to buy a miracle.' 

'I beg your 
pardon?' 
said the 
pharmacist. 

'His name is Andrew and 
he has something bad 
growing inside his 
head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save 
him now. So how 
much does a miracle 
cost?' 

'We don't sell miracles 
here, little girl. 
I'm sorry but I 
can't help you,' the pharmacist said, softening 
a little. 


'Listen, I have the 
money to pay for it.. If it isn't enough, I will 
get 
the rest. Just tell me how much it 
costs.' 

The pharmacist's brother 
was 
a well dressed man. He stooped down 
and asked the little girl, 'What kind of 
a 
miracle does your brother 
need?' 

' I don't know,' Tess 
replied with her 
eyes welling up I 
just know he's really sick and Mommy says he 
needs an 
operation. But my Daddy can't 
pay for it, so I want to use my 
money.' 


'How much do you 
have?' asked the man from 
Chicago  
. 

'One dollar 
and 
eleven cents,' Tess answered barely 
audible. 

'And it's all the 
money 
I have, but I can get some more 
if I need to.' 

'Well, what 
a 
coincidence,' smiled the man. 'A 
dollar and eleven cents---the exact price of 
a 
miracle for little 
brothers.' 

He took her money in one 
hand and with 
the other hand he grasped 
her mitten and said 'Take me to where you live. 
I want 
to see your brother and meet 
your parents. Let's see if I have the miracle 
you need.' 

That well-dressed man 
was Dr. 
Carlton Armstrong, a 
surgeon, 
specializing in neuro-surgery. 
The operation was completed free of charge and 
it 
wasn't long until Andrew was home 
again and doing well. 

Mom and Dad 
were 
happily talking about the chain of 
events that had led them to this 
place. 


'That surgery,' her Mom 
whispered. 'was a real miracle. I wonder 
how 
much it would have 
cost?' 

Tess smiled. She knew 
exactly how much a 
miracle cost....one 
dollar and eleven cents....plus the faith of a 
little child. 


In our lives, we 
never know how many miracles we will 
need. 

A 
miracle is not the 
suspension of natural law, but the operation of 
a higher law. 
I know you'll keep the 
ball moving! 

Here it goes. Throw it 
back to 
someone who means something to 
you! 

A ball is a circle, no 
beginning, no 
end. It keeps us together 
like our Circle of Friends. But the treasure 
inside 
for you to see is the treasure 
of friendship you've granted to 
me. 

Today 
I pass the 
friendship ball to you. 

Pass it on 
to someone who is a friend 
to 
you. 

MY OATH TO 
YOU... 

When you are sad....I will 
dry your 
tears. 

When you 
are scared.......I will comfort your 
fears. 

When 
you are 
worried.......I will give you 
hope. 

When you are 
confused.....I 
will help you 
cope. 

And when you are lost...and 
can't see the light, I 
shall be your 
beacon...shining ever so 
bright. 

This is my 
oath.....I 
pledge till the 
end. 

Why you may ask?....Because 
you're my friend. 


Signed: 
GOD 

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