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My niece Maureen was a nervous child almost from the moment she was born. She was lovely, in a doll-like way: long, curly, fair hair and a delicate stature. When she was little, her shyness and wide-eyed alarm at strange things was endearing, but as she grew up it began to hold her back. In her teens, she remained shy and fearful; at college, mixing tentatively with kids was initially an ordeal.

She came to me in tears the night before her first job. “Oh Joyce, I am so scared I won’t be able to do what I’m expected to and that I will let people down!”

Fortunately, Maureen was clever and bright, and so she settled in just fine. It was clear to us all that once Maureen found a job where she felt comfortable, it would take heaven and earth to move her out of it, and we were right! She did make a few friends there and that made her mum and me happy.

One day Maureen met Douglas and he took to her straight away. He was a gentle lad, and she gradually got over her shyness and they started dating. In a year they were engaged. She was so happy, but very nervous about her wedding, even if it was a couple of years away. That was Maureen.

One morning, she looked in the mirror and noticed a lump on her breast. She told her mum and off they went to the doctor.

He said reassuringly, “We’ll take a biopsy, of course, but most lumps of this kind are nothing to worry about.” Of course, Maureen worried. When the results came back, they showed the lump was cancerous. Maureen would need to have a breast removed.

No one could describe what this did to Maureen; she was so filled with fears already that she had no reserve of courage on which to draw. She was convinced she would die during the operation, or—if she managed by some miracle to survive—that it would not be successful, and she would die a little later. After she survived the operation, she was terrified of the treatment, ill quite a lot and still convinced she was going to die. I knew one of Maureen’s doctors, and he took me aside as I left her one afternoon.

“I fear for your niece, not physically, since her treatment is going really well. We caught her cancer early and there is every hope she will go on and live a normal, healthy life. I worry for her mentally: She is giving up hope and reacting very badly to the treatment because she thinks it will kill her. As a doctor, I cannot ignore the power of the will to live, and Maureen almost has a will to die.”

I spent most of that night praying for my niece. I asked the Lord to give her strength to overcome this, give her faith and send someone to help her.

Typing manuscripts for authors left me lots of free time to be with her, and I was in her house, next door to mine, when the bell rang. I opened the door and Robert Adam stood there, his big burly frame almost filling the doorway. “Sorry to bother you, I guessed you might be here.”

“Come in,” I ushered him in, and Maureen stared in alarm as he walked into her living room. Robert is in his fifties, an imposing man, 6 feet, 2 inches tall, and broadly built. He smiled at her and in his deep, lovely voice asked, “How are you today?”

“Not too well,” she said in a voice he could barely hear.

“Sorry, Maureen, this is Dr. Robert Adam,” I said.

She looked up at him, “You’re a doctor?”

“Oh yes, so come tell me what you mean when you say you don’t feel too well,” he said.

He sat down beside her and took one of her tiny pale hands into both his big hands as she spoke. She told him how sick her treatment made her and to her surprise he nodded. “Good, good!” he said. She talked about how weak she felt, and again he nodded and smiled, like it was a good thing.

Finally she ran out of words and he said, “Well that all sounds pretty good to me, young lady. There is every indication in the world you’re going to make a complete recovery—well, almost complete.”

My heart dropped at that comment, and Maureen’s face fell as she repeated, “Almost complete recovery?”

“Well, I would have been happier if you felt a bit dizzy now and then, almost as if sometimes you were in the room only in spirit, not really a part of life itself.”

“Oh, but I do feel that!” she protested. “I feel that quite a lot of the time.”

“You do? Oh good, then I can’t see that you have any problems,” Robert Adam told her. “Day by day, every one of your systems will ease a little, not sick so often, not dizzy so much, and your appetite will come back a little at a time. Finally, one day you’ll look in the mirror and say: ‘That’s it, I’m back. Now I can tackle the world!’”

Maureen laughed up at this big man smiling down at her.

He began to call on her a couple of times a week. Just like he said, Maureen began to pick up, little by little. Everything he said to her came true, simply because Maureen believed in him. Her mind believed him, and her body followed right behind it.

I thanked God for pointing me in the right direction. I also asked his forgiveness for deceiving Maureen as well. Although Robert Adam was indeed a doctor, I hadn’t told her he was a Doctor of Divinity and not a medical doctor!

Two years down the road Maureen is fine, married to Douglas and expecting her first baby. Robert Adam has already been asked to be godfather to the newborn. When he finally said to Maureen that he was not a medical doctor but a man of God, she just hugged him and said, “Well. You’re God’s doctor, so no wonder I got better once I met you!”

Joyce Stark (c) 2002 from Chicken Soup to Inspire the Body and Soul


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One day a boy came home from school who had just gotten his learners permit. He said to his dad, who was a minister, "Dad, I'd like to discuss the use of the car." 

 His father said, "Well son, I'll make a deal with you. You bring your grades up, study your bible, and get a haircut, and then we will discuss the use of the car. 

The boy said, "Okay."  A month later the boy came back and siad to his father, "Dad, I'd like to discuss the use of the car." 

His father said, "Well son, I'm really proud of you. You've brought your grades up. You've studied your bible diligently. But you haven't gotten a haircut. 

The boy paused a moment. And then said, "Well Dad, I've been thinking about that. Sampson had long hair, Noah had long hair, Moses had long hair, and even Jesus had long hair."

And his father said, "Yea, and they WALKED every where they went!"



25 - 30 nilla wafers
4 ripe sliced bananas
1 can dole tropical fruit
1 small can diced pears
1 (8oz) cream cheese (softened)
1 box instant banana pudding
1 cup of regular cool whip (thawed)
1 container strawberry cool whip (thawed)
1 cup powdered sugar
1 1/2 cups cold milk

In a 9x9 square pan cover the bottom with the Nilla Wafers. Overlap the wafers with the sliced bananas. In a medium size bowl, beat the softened cream cheese, powdered sugar and 1 cup regular Cool Whip together. Layer and spread this mixture over the bananas.

In a separate bowl, whisk the instant pudding mix and 1 1/2 cups cold milk together. Spoon the pudding mixture over the cream cheese layer. Drain the Tropical fruit and diced pears and evenly distribute over the pudding.

Finally, top with the Strawberry Cool Whip. Garnish with any leftover fruit or Nilla Wafer crumbs. Refrigerate.


This recipe can be prepared in a 9x13 pan or a trifle dish. Just double the ingredients for the larger container.

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