My "Holy Ghost Crown"

Dear Gentle Reader,
A few weeks ago I wrote about my dentist’s receptionist and her prayers for a co-worker to conceive a baby—answered. Today I returned to the dentist for a follow-up appointment to have a permanent crown inserted. (My original appointment Monday morning had been cancelled because the lab had misplaced the paperwork and didn’t have the crown ready.)

This morning, as Melissa, the receptionist, ushered me into the examination room, she said, laughing, "I have to tell you what happened with your crown. I called the lab yesterday after lunch to make sure your crown would be ready this time. And the girl said, ‘I think that crown has a ghost.’

"What do you mean, a ghost?" Melissa asked.
"Well, we can’t find the crown. I think a ghost has taken it!"

"You mean on Monday you didn’t have it ready because the paperwork was in the wrong pile, and now you still don’t have the crown done yet?"
The lab worker responded, "Oh, it’s done. It was a beautiful crown. But it’s disappeared. We can’t find it. That’s why I said I think it has a ghost."

"The only ghost that crown has is a Holy Ghost because it belongs to a Christian woman! Now, listen. I’m going to hang up and pray, and you go find that crown. It’s one o’clock now. I’ll give you until three o’clock. Go find it!"

The dentist, overhearing their conversation said, "Melissa, you’re so weird."
But Melissa ignored him and prayed. "Lord, don’t fail me now! We need that crown. Lord, don’t fail me!"

At two o’clock the phone rang. "We found it!" the lab worker announced jubilantly. "But how did you know we would?"
"Where was it?"
"We had it all ready for the final polish, and we always put it in disinfectant before that stage. And nobody took it back out again!"

Melissa said happily, "I knew they’d find it! I believe!"
I gave her a hug. People who live by faith just make my day.