A Little Girl Asks Michael Jordan About God – His Response Brings Her To Tears!.
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The Miracle of Faith: A Story of a Little Girl, Michael Jordan, and a Question About God
In the crisp autumn of 1997, Sarah Mitchell clutched her mother’s hand as they walked through the grand entrance of the United Center in Chicago. The building was alive with the hum of excited fans, their footsteps quick and their voices vibrant, each one eager to see the legendary Chicago Bulls in action. But for Sarah, this was not just another basketball game. This was something much more personal, a moment she had hoped for ever since her father passed away just six months prior.
Her father, a man of great faith, had often watched Bulls games with Sarah by his side. Even in the final months of his battle with cancer, he found joy in watching his team—especially Michael Jordan—play. Every time Jordan made a spectacular shot, her father would turn to her with a gleam in his eyes, saying, “That’s what believing in yourself looks like, Sarah. That’s faith.”
Sarah had held onto those words through the hardest days of her life. She kept reading the Bible her father had given her, searching for answers, trying to make sense of the heartache she felt. But despite all her reading, there was one question that lingered, one that she couldn’t find an answer to—why had God taken her father from her so soon?
As they moved through the crowd, Sarah’s hand tightened around her mother’s, the weight of her question pressing on her heart. Her backpack, worn from months of use, held the Bible inside—a constant reminder of her father’s unwavering faith. Today, it wasn’t a meet and greet with Michael Jordan she was seeking. It was a moment of clarity, a question that had been burning in her heart, a question that her father had asked her to hold on to: Do you believe in God?
“Mom,” Sarah whispered, her voice tight with emotion, “I need to ask him something today.”
Ellen, her mother, looked down at Sarah with concern. She knew the look in her daughter’s eyes—the same look Sarah had when she was trying to process something bigger than her young heart could understand. It was the look of someone searching for answers, for faith, for something to help heal the emptiness her father had left behind. Ellen hesitated but finally nodded, sensing how important this moment was for Sarah.
As they inched closer to the stage where Michael Jordan was waiting to greet fans, Sarah’s heart pounded in her chest. She had been thinking about this moment for months, ever since her mother had told her about the meet and greet. Her question wasn’t about basketball, it wasn’t about his championships or his legacy—it was about something more. Something her father had whispered to her on his last day: “Keep believing, princess.”
They were next in line, and Sarah felt a knot in her stomach. She had been preparing for this moment, rehearsing her words in her mind over and over again. But now, as she saw Michael Jordan—larger than life, sitting casually, smiling, greeting fans—she felt the weight of her question all over again. Would he understand? Would he have the answer she so desperately sought?
As Michael finished signing an autograph for the group ahead of them, Sarah’s eyes locked with his. For a brief moment, their gazes connected, and something unspoken passed between them. Michael’s smile softened, and he leaned down slightly, as if sensing this wasn’t going to be a typical meet and greet.
“Hi there, little lady,” he said, his voice warm and genuine. “What’s your name?”
“Sarah,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Sarah Mitchell.”
Michael’s eyes lingered on her for a moment, sensing something deeper behind her words. He had met thousands of fans, but something about Sarah made him pause. He smiled again, this time a little wider, and knelt down to meet her at eye level.
“You’re very brave for coming here today,” Michael said softly. “What’s on your mind?”
Sarah hesitated, but her heart was full. She took a deep breath and asked the question that had been burning in her heart for so long.
“Mr. Jordan, my daddy went to heaven six months ago,” Sarah said, her voice trembling. “He loved watching you play, and he told me that God sends his angels in unexpected packages. He said, sometimes the answers we’re looking for come from places we’d never expect.“
Michael’s expression shifted, and he nodded, as if understanding the weight of what she was asking. He had faced loss in his own life, and he could see the same grief in Sarah’s eyes that he had once seen in his own.
“Do you believe in God?” Sarah asked, her voice soft but filled with desperation. “Do you think He really has a plan, even when things hurt so much?”
The question hung in the air, its weight far greater than any basketball game or press conference Michael had ever faced. He could hear the quiet murmurs of the crowd around them, but he ignored them, his focus solely on Sarah.
Michael took a deep breath, his voice steady but filled with the wisdom of someone who had been through his own moments of doubt.
“Sarah,” he began, “your daddy sounds like a very wise man. And you’re a very brave girl for asking me this question. You see, I do believe in God. I believe in Him with all my heart. And let me tell you why.”
He gestured around the court, where so many of his legendary moments had unfolded.
“None of this—” he motioned to the court, “the lights, the championships, the game-winning shots—none of it happened just because of me. Every single day I step onto that court, I know my talent, my strength, and my ability to play this game come from something bigger than myself.”
Sarah listened intently, her eyes wide with curiosity, her heart slowly beginning to lift under the weight of his words. Michael continued, his voice calm and strong.
“When I was younger,” he said, “my father taught me something that I’ll never forget. He said that God doesn’t always give us what we want, but He always gives us what we need to become who we’re meant to be.”
The words hung in the air, and Sarah felt something shift inside her, as if the pieces of the puzzle were finally beginning to fall into place.
“Your daddy was right about angels coming in unexpected packages,” Michael continued, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “Sometimes they come as friends who show up exactly when we need them. Sometimes they come as challenges that make us stronger. And sometimes, they come as questions that brave little girls ask when they’re supposed to.”
Tears welled up in Sarah’s eyes, but they weren’t tears of sadness. They were tears of understanding, of comfort, of healing. Her heart swelled with a sense of peace she hadn’t known in months. Michael smiled gently and continued.
“Sarah,” he said, “I think your daddy knew something very important. He knew that faith is like a seed. It needs both sunshine and rain to grow. The sunny days are easy to trust in, but it’s the rainy days, the hard days, that really make our faith stronger.”
Sarah, still holding her father’s Bible in her lap, glanced down at the pages, feeling a new sense of peace wash over her. Michael stood up slowly, placing his hand gently on her shoulder.
“Your daddy knew that faith is about believing even when things aren’t easy,” he said, his voice full of tenderness. “And I think he’s looking down on you right now, so proud of you for asking those big questions and keeping your faith alive.”
Sarah looked up at Michael, her eyes filled with gratitude. “Do you think my daddy can see me from heaven?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
Michael’s eyes softened, and he smiled warmly. “I don’t just think it, Sarah. I know it. Your daddy is watching you right now, so proud of you, just like I am.”
The atmosphere around them had changed. The bustling crowd, the noise, the buzz—it all faded into the background as everyone around them witnessed something truly special: a little girl’s faith being restored, and a man who was more than just a basketball legend, but a vessel of comfort and hope.
Later that day, after the meet and greet, Michael invited Sarah and her mother to join him at the game. But it wasn’t just a seat at the game they were given—it was a seat at the heart of something much bigger than basketball. Sarah’s faith was renewed, her questions answered in the most unexpected of ways, by a man who knew that sometimes, God’s greatest miracles come in the form of unexpected messengers.
The following days saw Sarah’s story reach far beyond the United Center. She continued to share her father’s wisdom, using the words Jordan had spoken to her to inspire other children at her school, at the hospital, and in her community. She even started a small prayer group with her friends, a group that was rooted in faith, hope, and the understanding that sometimes the greatest miracles don’t look like miracles at all.
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In the end, Sarah’s question to Michael Jordan wasn’t just about finding answers to her grief—it was about discovering the power of faith, the strength to keep asking, and the courage to keep believing, no matter how difficult life may get. And just like her father had shown her, she found comfort not in the answers, but in the journey of faith itself.
