How Much Is A Miracle
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 cent s--- 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 kind of miracle you need."
That well dressed man was a surgeon, specializing in neuro-surgery.
The operation was completed without 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.
A miracle is not the suspension of natural law, but the operation
of a higher law......
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