Qorax, I hope you don't mind me posting some of your posts on this thread ;D I like them.
to fromdubai and others:
The Power & Cost of Miracles... Or is it?
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A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled her piggy-bank from its hiding place in the closet.
She poured the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three times. The total had to be exact. No chance here for mistakes.
Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting the cap, she slipped out the back door and made her way 6 blocks to Rexall's Drug Store, the one 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, the little girl, 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. "I'm talking to my brother from Chicago whom I haven't seen in ages."
"Well, I want to talk to you about my brother," Tess replied, "He's really, really sick... and I want to buy a miracle."
"I beg your pardon?" queried 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 Sir, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn't enough, I can try & get some more. Just tell me how much it costs."
The pharmacist's brother, who was until now plainly an observant, a well dressed man, stooped down and asked little Tess, "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 very 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, sweetheart?" asked the man from Chicago.
"One dollar and eleven cents," Tess answered politely. "And it's all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to."
"Well, what a coincidence," smiled the gentleman. "A dollar and eleven cents -is the exact price of a miracle for little brothers."
He took her money in one hand and with the other 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 for $1.11 and it wasn't long until Andrew, the brother of little Tess, 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. But remember, most of the time it doesn't cost much, just our faith!
A miracle is not the suspension of natural law, but the operation of a higher law.
Do u agree? I'm sure u do!
Qorax
