She waited for the pharmacist to give her some attention, but he was busy. 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 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. 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. '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 stooped down and asked the little girl, 'What kind of a miracle does your brother need?' 'I don't know,' Tess replied, '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---that's the exact price of a miracle for little brothers.'
He took her money in one hand and with the other he grasped her hand 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 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.
This story Ken sent reminded me how all too often I make "trusting in God" too complicated. All God asks of me is to bring my $1.11 and trust Him. I wonder how much I miss out on by not grasping what Jesus said..."Unless you accept God's Kingdom in the simplicity of a child, you'll never get in." (Luke 18:17 MSG)??