The Cost of a Miracle

Kathy — Mon, 02 Apr 2007 04:08:37 GMT

S.O.B.E.R. is a forum for real miracles because our God is as Pastor Larry says a "show off" who likes to take a bad situation and turn it around. Do you think this is one example?

A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet.

She poured the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three times, even. The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes.

Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door and made her way 6 blocks to Rexall's Drug Store 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 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 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."

"I beg your pardon?" said 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, 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 was a well dressed man. He stooped down and asked the little girl, "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 re ally 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---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 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.

In our lives, we never know how many miracles we will need.

A miracle is not the suspension of natural law, but the operation of a higher law. I know you'll keep the ball moving!

Here it goes. Throw it back to someone who means something to you!

A ball is a circle, no beginning, no end. It keeps us together like our Circle of Friends. But the treasure inside for you to see is the treasure of friendship you've granted to me.

Today I pass the friendship ball to you.

Pass it on to someone who is a friend to you.

MY OATH TO YOU...

When you are sad....I will dry your tears.

When you are scared.....I will comfort your fears.

When you are worried.....I will give you hope.

When you are confused....I will help you cope.

And when you are lost....And can't see the light, I shall be your beacon.....Shining ever so bright.

This is my oath.....I pledge till the end.

Why you may ask?.....Because you're my friend.

Signed: GOD

Pride

sn8kstick — Tue, 08 May 2007 03:13:29 GMT

The first time I started going to S>O>B>E>R, I hadn't been to a church, sitting in the middle almost in the front behind this tall man named Tom I watched Pastor Larry go back and forth up and down the isles and I couldn't understand what it had to do with Today and the way I wanted to live. Well as time went on I listened and watched after a while all I thought was how can I do any of this. Well my friends life has caught up to me hard, I have been sober a long time and helped alot of people that asked for it. Now I am asking, Not for money not for friends not for prayer but for some explanation as to why with all the resources available to me and me utilizing them why am I still be persecuted for what has happend in the past. Makes me just want to go to the desert and take a loooooong walk because out there I don't have to deal with others just what comes into my path not because someone is going out of there way to make mine difficult. This doesn't make any sense now that I have written it but there it is.

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Bart — Fri, 30 Mar 2007 03:01:39 GMT

This is the first post of our new forum. I am new to forums and chat rooms so I am not real good at this so please help me along the way

Bart

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Kathy — Mon, 02 Apr 2007 02:16:31 GMT

My past partner has decided to walk away from sober and clean living. He just got out of 6 mos. rehab here in Tucson and is out there in the thrawls of the bad and ugly. I pray that he will find himself back to S.O.B.E.R. and run into Jesus' arms before he dies. I hurt inside and ask for strength to stay strong and unenabling for his sake. I turn him over to Jesus for safe keeping.

Kathy

The SOBER PROJECT

The Cost of a Miracle

Pride

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