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Faith Matters . . .

"Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen." Hebrews 11:1


A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a glass bottle from its hiding place in the closet. She poured the change out on the floor and counted it.. Carefully placing the coins back in the jar, she made her way six blocks to the chemist shop with the big sign above the door. She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention but he was too busy talking to someone and totally ignored her. Finally she took a fifty cents 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."

"I want to talk to you about my brother," the little girl answered back. "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 Dad 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.

"I have the money to pay for it. If it isn't enough, I will get the rest."

The pharmacist's brother, a well-dressed man, stooped down and asked the little girl,

"What kind of a miracle does your brother need?"

"I don't know," she replied with her eyes welling up. "I just know he's really sick and Mum says he needs an operation. But my Dad 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," the child answered softly, "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 a neurosurgeon. The operation was completed without charge and it wasn't long until Andrew was home again and doing well.

"That surgery," her Mum whispered, "was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost."

Her little girl smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost … one dollar and eleven cents. Add to that the faith of a child.
"More things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of"
A Simple Prayer:
"Father in heaven, please help me to understand and appreciate the value of true faith. In today's cynicism about the power of simple faith, help me to believe that the comforting, healing hand of Jesus, the Great Physician, is able to help me through my difficult days. Please help me to overcome disbelief and to put my trust in your promises, guidance and power.
Thank You, in the name of Jesus — the Great Physician"