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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
audibly. "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.
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 weak........I will strengthen you
When you dont know which way to choose I will be your guide
When you are depressed... I will lift you up
When you are lonely.... I am with you
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. (Matthew 28:20)
Why you may ask?.....Because you're my CHILD for you have put your trust in me and have accepted me as your Saviour and Lord.
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
audibly. "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.
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 weak........I will strengthen you
When you dont know which way to choose I will be your guide
When you are depressed... I will lift you up
When you are lonely.... I am with you
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. (Matthew 28:20)
Why you may ask?.....Because you're my CHILD for you have put your trust in me and have accepted me as your Saviour and Lord.
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