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THE PRICE OF A MIRACLE

The following story has been told at numerous times by many speakers. All the research of various fact-checkers has not proven it false nor have they found the original individuals. So treat it as a lesson that may give you faith that our God is big enough for such a miracle to be true.

Tess, an energetic eight-year-old girl, heard her Mom and Dad talking quietly in the other room about her little brother, Andrew. She knew that he was very sick and in the hospital, but she was not allowed to see him yet. They were moving to an apartment complex next month for two reasons, they wanted to be closer to the hospital, and because Daddy couldn’t afford the payments on the house where they were living now.

Tess knew that compared to her friends’ families, her Mom and Dad didn’t have a lot of money. Their car was old, their clothes were not new, and their meals were simple but delicious. The family was facing a very costly surgery in order to save little Andrew. But their health insurance would only pay a small part, and they didn’t know who they could borrow the rest from on their meager income. Then, one day, she heard her Daddy say to her tearful Mother with whispered desperation, “Only a miracle can save him now.”

Tess suddenly had an idea. She went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet. She poured out all of the coins on the bed and counted them carefully, three times. She wanted to be sure she had the right amount for what she decided to purchase to help Andrew. Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door and made her way over to the nearby Rexall Drug Store, the one with the big red Indian Chief sign above the door.

She went in and found her way back to the pharmacy where she waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention. But at the moment he was busy talking to someone else at the counter. Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. It received no attention. She then cleared her throat with the most attention-getting sound she could muster. Still no good. Finally, she took her jar and begin banging it lightly on the glass counter. That did it!

The pharmacist whirled around and in a pleasant voice said, “I’ll be with you in just a moment.” But Tess wouldn’t be denied. She told him that what she needed was very, very important. The pharmacist told her kindly that he would be with her as soon as he was through talking to this other person. Then, in order for Tess to understand a little better, the Pharmacist said, “This is my brother from Chicago whom I haven’t seen in ages. I’ll be with you as soon as I can.”

“Well, I want to talk to you about MY brother,” Tess answered back in with a pleading sound in her voice. “He’s really, really sick… and I want to buy a miracle to make him better.” This got the Pharmacist’s and his brother’s attention. “I beg your pardon,” he said, you want to buy a what?” A miracle Tess replied. My little brother is very sick. His name is Andrew, and he has something big growing inside of his head, and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now. So how much does a miracle cost?”

The pharmacist was amused, but he told her, “Well, we don’t sell miracles at this drug store, young lady. They cost a lot of money, so I don’t think I can help you.” “Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn’t enough, just tell me how much it costs, and I’ll see if I can get the rest.” The pharmacist’s brother was a well-dressed man. He walked over and stooped down and asked the little girl, “What kind of a miracle does you brother need?” “I don’t know,” Tess replied with her eyes welling up with tears. “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.”

The Pharmacist’s brother smiled kindly and asked gently, “How much do you have?” “Four quarters, a dime, and a penny,” said Tess proudly. I think I know where to get a little more if you need it. “My, what a coincidence,” beamed the man. “A dollar and eleven cents is the exact price of a miracle for your little brother.” He told her to hold on to the money, but first, he wanted to talk to her parents. He asked where they lived, and Tess said it was just down the street. So the man took Tess by the hand and said, “Let’s go see your Mom and Dad. Maybe they can tell me what kind of miracle they need for Andrew.”

When Doctor Carlton Armstrong, prominent Chicago neurosurgeon, talked with the parents they confessed they had no resources for more money. They had borrowed all they could on their house, and now the bank was foreclosing so they had to move to a small apartment. Doctor Carlton replied that he had good news, the cost of the surgery had already been paid. The parents were shocked, they couldn’t believe it! He couldn’t tell them the source, only that it was an anonymous donor.

The operation was completed without charge. It wasn’t long before 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,” Mom breathed out with while shaking her head in almost disbelief, “that was a real miracle. Dr. Armstrong didn’t tell us, but I wonder just how much it cost?” Tess was standing there smiling real big. She knew how much it cost, one dollar and eleven cents. But that wasn’t all, neither Tess nor her parents realized how priceless this little girl’s faith was that helped pay the whole price.

Sometimes in life when we face hard times and difficulties that are far beyond our control and capability to handle on our own, the first thing we think of is the monetary cost. But God doesn’t take money for His miracles. Jesus said that heaven’s currency was called “faith.” So sometimes it isn’t how much money you have in the bank down here, but how much faith you have on deposit up there in your heavenly account. – Dr. Robert R Seyda.

About drbob76

Retired missionary, pastor, seminary professor, Board Certified Chaplain and American Cancer Society Hope Lodge Director.
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