In her bedroom the little girl of seven pulled a jelly jar from its hiding place, poured out the change and counted it—one dollar and eleven cents. Then putting the coins back and replacing the lid, she slipped out the back door and made her way six blocks to the Rexall Drug Store.
She waited patiently for the pharmacist busy filling a prescription. Finally he finished and looked down at her smiling, “And what can I do for you, little lady?” She cleared her throat. “I would like to buy a miracle, please.”
“A miracle? You want to buy a miracle?” “Yes, Sir,” she said, “It’s for my little brother, Andrew. There is something real bad growing in his head and the doctor says unless he has surgery only a miracle can save him.
“Mommy and Daddy say there is no way they can afford to pay for the surgery so I want to buy a miracle. I have the money right here.” The pharmacist stood helpless, not knowing quite what to say.
A well-dressed man standing in line had overheard their conversation and said to the pharmacist, “Perhaps I can help.” Stooping down he said, “What kind of miracle does your brother need?”
“I’m not sure,” the little girl replied, “I just know he is really sick.” “How much money do you have?” the stranger asked. “A dollar and eleven cents,” she said, “But I could get more.”
“Well, what a coincidence,” said the man who happened to be a famous neurosurgeon from a hospital in Chicago, “that’s exactly the price of a miracle for little brothers.”
He took her money in one hand and her hand in the other. “Come,” he said, “let’s go see your little brother and talk with your parents. Let’s see if we can’t get the kind of miracle you need.”
Things happened so fast. The surgery was completed without charge, little brother was back home again doing well and Mom and Dad were happily telling all their friends and neighbors about the amazing chain of events that had taken place.
It’s a wonderful story about a little boy in desperate need, his parents who knew not where to turn, a little girl who was willing to give all she had and more to meet that need, and an alert doctor in the right place at the right time willing to help.
Maybe it just happened. You know, a lot of coincidences that just fell into place. Maybe. But I think God had a hand in it, don’t you? He is generally there for any of us if we would like to be a maker of miracles.
Rev. Nichols is pastor emeritus of First Christian Church of Temple. He writes religious columns for several Central Texas newspapers and is compiling a book of his writings.