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God Cares About Every Strand Of Hair On Your Head - a short story by A.B.King

   Once upon a time in a place called America, there lived a little 10 year old girl who was very beautiful and had the most beautiful long blonde hair you’ve ever seen.
   Sadly, all her hair would have to go for you see she was scheduled to have an operation – a brain surgery to be precise.
   She was even more worried that her beautiful long blonde hair would have to be completely shaved then she was worried that a surgeon was going to poke a scalpel around her brain.
   She prayed fervently and in tears all night long on the night before the surgery that her hair won’t be cut off that they would find a way to do the operation without her long beautiful hair being shaved off.
   The next day on the day of the operation a world renowned brain surgeon visited the city to attend an old friend’s birthday. The head surgeon of the hospital and the world renowned surgeon were at one time close friends but now more of phone friends. The head surgeon called the world renowned brain surgeon just to exchange pleasantries and the friendly ‘Hi, nice of you to drop by in our city’ conversation but one thing lead to another and the world renowned surgeon found himself driving to his friends hospital to assist him with the 10 year old girls case. When he arrived he heard a side comment by one of the nurses about how the little girl cried all night that they were going to have to cut off her hair. He asked the little girl about it as she lay on the operating table and she said it was true. The world renowned surgeon then asked to see the scans again and after examining it he looked up at his friend and told him that due to the location of the tumour it would be possible for him to remove the tumour without cutting off the girl’s hair. Well, he wasn’t called world renowned for nothing. He was good. So good in fact many called him the “Wonder Surgeon” and I’m talking about the best of the best calling him that not novices to the field.
   The routine sedative was injected into the drip so that the little girl could fall asleep while the operation took place.
   In her dream she saw Jesus. She was happy to see Jesus and she thanked him that he had performed a miracle that he had sent a surgeon that can perform the operation without her losing a strand of her beautiful blonde hair.
   Jesus didn’t seem too happy. She asked him what was wrong.
   Jesus told her that he wasn’t happy because of her. He asked her if the surgeon doing the surgery without letting a strand of her hair fall to the ground was what she wanted.
   She answered, “Yes.”
   Jesus replied “No!.” Jesus told her that what she really wanted was for the tumour to be gone so she won’t even need the operation in the 1st place. Jesus explained that that was the problem with lots of Christians: When they are going through something they ask for a miracle that is more logical or easier to happen based on the assessment of their senses not faith.  What you really need is for me to make your tumour disappear, so you should have been praying that I do just that and not praying that you receive a miracle from a natural (unsupernatural) means which is in this case a medical operation, it only means you don’t believe I can do something big like making your tumour disappear so you just pray for something easy – something that had a little chance of happening even if you hadn’t prayed, instead of something that had no chance of happening – that is what a miracle is. I know you think you believe in my power at lot but your actions have proved that you don’t.
   “Oh! ... Wait! I get it now. A true miracle is a miracle that cannot be explained outside of you having something to do with it. It should be something so unnatural and unexplainable that it is undoubtedly supernatural.
   So if the doctor removes the tumour and I give you praise for it and call it a miracle, it is not a true miracle.
   Ok! Then I ask that you do something extra ordinary. Something that cannot be explained naturally and get rid of the cancer without letting the surgeon even touch me.”
   Jesus smiled a wide smile. “Done! You have been healed”, Jesus said.
   At that moment she woke up on the operating table. The world renowned surgeon was just about to start using his medial tool on her. He hadn’t even touched her yet. He was shocked that she woke up. The sedative was strong. She was supposed to be asleep for hours.
   She demanded that they stop the operation. They were shocked. This had never happened before. She started bugging them that they should take another scan of her brain that they would see the tumour is gone.
   They tried to convince her that it was impossible but she wouldn’t believe them.
   She made so much trouble that they decided they would do a scan of her brain and show it to her that the tumour is still there so she can calm down and they may go back to operating on her after they pump her with sedatives - this time just to make sure, they would pump her with a lot more.
   After doing the scan the hospital’s head surgeon couldn’t find the tumour, he showed the scan to the world renowned surgeon and he couldn’t find the tumour too.
   They took another scan, the results were the same – there was no tumour. They repeated the test 6 more times but each time the result was the same there was no tumour. They had no choice they had to tell the little girl the good news - the unexplainable good news.
   When they showed her; she smiled and said “I told you so.” She then preached the gospel of Jesus and the mystery of divine healing to them and at the end of the day many doctors and nurses in the hospital gave their lives to Christ including the head surgeon and the world renowned surgeon.
   All was well and thanks be to Jesus the little 10 year old girl would live a normal happy life free of disease, sickness or brain tumours with not a strand of hair on her head lost. God truly care for us so much that not a strand of hair on our head falls to the ground without him taking it into account.

                                                         THE END.

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