ALSO BY RICHARD PAUL EVANS
The Christmas Box
Timepiece
The Letter
The Locket
The Looking Glass
The Carousel
For Children
The Christmas Candle
The Dance
The Spyglass
The Tower
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Acknowledgments
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I WOULD LIKE TO THANK the following for their support and assistance on this book.
David Rosenthal for the suggestion that it was the right time for this book. Carolyn Reidy for continued support and interest in my works. My always magnificent editor, Sydny Miner. Laurie Liss, part of the journey. Isolde Sauer. (Consider this an early Christmas present.) Brandi Anderson for research and enthusiasm. The crew: Lisa May (midwife to the angels), Tawna Spoor, Becky Avery, Judy Schiffman, and Jed and Fran Platt. I also thank my former neighbor, Susie Gardner, for her suggestion to publishThe Christmas Box.And Clark Yospe, who not only encouraged me to publish but called a publisher. And Sexton Paul Byron who gave the angel its first home.
Of course, my sweetheart Keri and the tribe. We will miss you, Krista.
Thank you to my loyal readers around the world. I love you and appreciate your loyalty and encouragement.
To God, the source of all destiny, healing and hope
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Contents
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Acknowledgments
What I Believe
1: Gifts
2: Destiny
3: A Fall
4: The Colt Roundup
5: Tuxmania
6: Taiwan
7: Keri Disera
8: Politics
9: The Collegiate
10: Jenna
11: Rick Evans Is A Madman
12: Another Blessing
13: A Book
14: Christmas Day
15: Rejection
16: A Bookstore
17: The Snowball Begins
18: Throwing Gasoline On The Fire
19: A Leap Of Faith
20: Voices
21: Making Angels
22: The Road
23: The Angel Statue
24: The Greatest Moment
25: An Unexpected Call
26: Back At The Ranch
27: The Book World
28: The Other Side Of The Bank
29: A Home For Children
30: Standing Alone
31: The Mission Continues
32: Speaking
33: Prison
34: The Flight Attendant
35: Elvis's Toenails
36: The Top
37: Another Signing
38: A Promise Fulfilled
39: Dance
Epilogue
Current Christmas Box Angel Memorial Statues
A Gift For My Readers
About The Author
WHEN I WAS TWENTY-FOURyears old I attended a lecture by one of the great scientific minds of our generation—a man who has been compared to Copernicus, Galileo and Einstein—the British physicist Stephen Hawking. During the lecture Professor Hawking posed a question to the audience that seemed to trouble him. Why, he asked, given the relativity of time, can we remember the past but not the future?
I have puzzled over his query for some time. And I have wondered if there are those who can indeed remember the future. Maybe that’s how my grandfather knew. Maybe that’s why he told me when I was still a small boy that the Christmas Box Miracle would happen to me one day.
—Richard Paul Evans
What I Believe
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THIS BOOK IS ABOUT FORCESthat move about us like wind—unseen, yet powerful enough at times to knock us over. And it’s about a little Christmas tale I wrote that was the result of such forces. Some call these forces divinity, others call them coincidence. Some just call them magic.
A few years back a newspaper reporter was interviewing me about the miraculous story behind my storyThe Christmas Box.Near the end of the interview he said, “You don’t really expect me to believe all this.”
I wasn’t surprised by his skepticism. I wouldn’t believe most of it myself if it hadn’t happened to me. “I suspect you’ll believe what you want to believe,” I said. “Start with what you can see. A twenty-nine-year-old man from Utah,having never before written a book, with no publishing experience, no knowledge of the book industry and very little money, writes his first book, publishes it himself and for eight weeks outsells the biggest authors and publishing houses in the world.”
He thought for a moment, then said, “Your explanation makes more sense.”
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As a novelist I find it ironic that this story, the most unlikely of my books, is the only one that is true. Yet, as unlikely as it may be, the miracle ofThe Christmas Boxis undeniable. According to theWall Street Journal, The Christmas Boxhad one of the highest one-week sales of any book in its list’s history (until Harry Potter came along). It is the only book to simultaneously hit number one on theNew York Timeshardcover and paperback bestseller lists and the only novel to hit number one as a self-published book.USA Todaylisted it among the top twenty bestselling books of the last half decade.But more incredible are the stories I encountered along the journey—miraculous stories of healing and curious coincidence that often defy explanation. These are experiences that have changed the way I view the world.
In telling these stories I will try not to editorialize too much. (Just the facts, ma’am.) I will leave it to you to interprettheir meaning. Still, like the reporter, in the end you will believe what you will. Ironically, the opening words ofThe Christmas Boxare perhaps even more relevant to this book:
I share my story now for all future generations to accept or dismiss as seems them good. As for me, I believe. And it is, after all, my story.
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Through the course of my Christmas Box journey there are eight things I have come to believe.
First, to paraphrase Shakespeare, I believe there is more to heaven and earth than is dreamt of in most people’s philosophy. I believe there is occasional interaction between our world and the unseen world. I believe the gift to me ofThe Christmas Boxwas such an interaction.
Not that I have desired such gifts. Outside of prayer, I have never sought contact with the unseen world. I’ve never talked to a palm reader, sat in a séance or had my tea leaves read. I’ve never had the slightest desire to call the Psychic Friends Hotline.
Shortly afterThe Christmas Boxhit the bestseller lists and it became known that I claimed my story was a spiritual gift, New Age disciples grilled me intensively on “ channeling”—the phenomenon of communicating with spirits. Iwas not interested in the discussion. I don’t know howThe Christmas Boxstory came to me. It just did—as if it were whispered to my mind.
The media sometimes makes light of my assertion of “divine assistance,” yet I’m far from being alone in such claims. Even Robert Louis Stevenson claimed that fairies delivered his stories. My feelings on this matter are similar to author Stephen King’s, who once told a reporter who doubted his explanation of where his stories came from, That was fine, as long as he belie
ved that King believed it.
I’m not surprised by the media’s skepticism. I’m likewise doubtful of most of the stories I hear of supernatural phenomena, and dismiss 99 percent of them as fanciful. It’s the other 1 percent that gives me pause.
For instance, I was speaking to a large group at a professional women’s conference. It was a good speech, if I say so myself. The room was packed. The words flowed. I received a standing ovation. Afterward I was ushered out to sign books at a table in the hallway. Standing in the line was a woman, sharply dressed and well groomed, with an air of poise and self-confidence. And she was visibly shaken.
“I can’t believe what I saw,” she said, half whispering to me, afraid that someone else might hear her. “Has anyone else told you they saw something unusual while you were speaking today?”
I told her that I didn’t know what she was talking about.
She glanced about nervously. “I can’t believe everyone in the audience didn’t see it. While you were speaking there was suddenly a young woman standing next to you.” She looked me in the eyes. “You didn’t see the woman next to you?”
“No.”
Her forehead wrinkled. “I’ve never seen anything like this. I don’t know what to make of it. It’s like something out ofThe Twilight Zone.”With that she walked away.
I didn’t know this woman from Eve. Maybe she just escaped from the high-security ward of the local mental hospital, but I doubt it. First, because the mentally ill embrace their delusions, not question them. Second, because in spite of her agitation, she spoke reasonably. She acted precisely the way I would act if I saw something I couldn’t explain. I don’t know what this woman saw, if indeed anything. But from what I know of human behavior, I believe thatshereally believes she saw something.
Then again, maybe she was playing some twisted sort of prank, in secret conspiracy with a minister in Denver, an aspiring author in Maui and all the other people in other parts of the world who have told meprecisely the same thing— that they saw a young woman standing next to me as I spoke. I’ve never seen this young woman they speak of. Maybe she exists, maybe she doesn’t. I’m not sure that I care. It’s the phenomenon of perfect strangers making the same claim that intrigues me.
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Second, I believe there are specific moments in each life given us to influence our life paths—a cosmic pull of a lever that switches the tracks beneath us. History abounds in such “accidents.” Like the trip to the city when Henry Ford happened to come across a motorized vehicle. Like Thomas Edison’s saving the life of a telegraph operator’s son and being given a job at the telegraph office, where he created his first invention, or Eli Whitney’s chance meeting of the widow Catherine Green and her suggestion that he might invent a machine to separate cotton from its seeds. If such providence is evident in the lives of the great, then why not the rest of us?
Third, I do not believe we are some accident of God or nature. I believe there’s a purpose to our being here on this earth, and the experiences that we have come to us for our own spiritual growth and evolution. Earth is about learning, and the day it stops, school is over. Maybe that’s what Heaven is—an extended summer vacation. Or more likely, a chance to use what we learned about being human. Perhaps we might have even agreed, in some premortal state, to the experiences and trials we face.I was in Tulsa, Oklahoma, on a book tour, eating dinner with my media escort and her husband, when I shared with them a few of the miracles I describe in this book. When Ifinished, they both were quiet. Then the woman said, “We believe you. We believe there’s a divinity to our lives. You need to tell the world what you’ve told us. We need to know there’s a reason we’re here.”
I agree. I believe it’s vital that we know of ourdivine life purpose.Not just to hold on to as a frightened child clutches its blanket in the darkness of her bedroom—this is about more than easing our loneliness and fear in an apparently silent void of a universe (though it may have that effect).
Only in understanding and accepting ourdivine life purposecan we view the world as it really is and free ourselves from the pursuit of the “perfect life” as painted by Madison Avenue and other paradigm engineers, and pursue instead theperfect life experience—a divine education—so we can evolve as spiritual beings.
I believe this is among our greatest quests in life, not just to see life as it really is but to see our part in it.
Fourth, I believe that as we pursue ourdivine life purpose,spiritual forces will intervene to give us the experiences we need. To quote Shakespeare, “There’s a divinity that shapes our ends, rough-hew them how we will.” Call it, if you will, God’s “micromanagement” of our lives. This, perhaps, is the very crux of this book—to document a few of the hundreds of experiences that have led me to believe in such divinity. As I wrote inThe Looking Glass, While the mathematics of the universe may connote the existence of a Supreme Being, to me it is that which defies math’s probabilities—the impossibility of two objects colliding in an infinite void to alter each other’s eternal course. In this there is divinity and an unseen hand. Perhaps this best describes my concept of God—the divine, unseen wind that propels us through the uncharted waters of our own destiny.
Such interference may be a major, life-changing event, or as simple as an experience I had a few years back in San Diego. It was before I had a publisher, so I was driving myself from a book signing, navigating a rental car on unfamiliar roads in the dark, looking for my hotel. I was lost, lonely, hungry and tired. I was also discouraged, as the book signing had been a failure.
Suddenly I had the powerful impression that I should pull off the road into a parking lot. I followed the prompting. As I pulled in, I noticed a bookstore that I hadn’t seen from the street. I thought that it must be why I had the impression. For some reason, I thought, I needed to visitthatstore. I found a parking place and put the car in park. Immediately there was a knock at my window. I turned to see a woman standing outside. She was young, dressed in tattered clothing. Two small children huddled behind her. I cracked open my door.
“Excuse me, sir,” she said, “my children are hungry. I was wondering if you could feed them tonight.”
I looked at the children, who hid their faces from me in their mother’s coat.
“Of course,” I said.
Across the parking lot from us was a Jack in the Box drive-in. That night I ate dinner with Mary, Angel and Bobby.
Fifth, I believe that in order to fulfill our life purpose it is vital that we ask for divine assistance in our lives. There is tremendous power in desire, and the unseen powers of divinity that can affect our lives are oftentimes just waiting for us to ask for their aid. I believe these forces must wait for our request because they are bound by the law of free agency and cannot intervene in our lives until we exercise our will and ask them to.For instance, many years ago I had the desire to visit China. Though I didn’t have the financial means for such an excursion, I wrote down my desire and prayed for the opportunity. Then, unintentionally, I forgot about the goal. Six months later a friend of mine called out of the blue. She was a media buyer and had just won a trip for two to China. She wanted to know if my wife and I would accept the trip from her as a gift. It was a life-changing experience for us, as years later, influenced by our trip, we adopted a little girl from China.
The biblical injunction “Ask and it shall be given” is paraphrased in nearly every religious text I have studied. Ilearned early in life about the power and efficacy of prayer. I believe that the miracles in this book would not have been possible had I not first asked for them. That which we ask of life is indeed all that it can ever be.
Sixth, life is not a solitary affair and was never meant to be. On our individual journeys there are companions placed along the trail, fellow sojourners who forever alter our paths and help determine our destination. Sometimes they carry us when we are too weary to carry ourselves. In retrospect, it is evident to me that throughout the Christmas Box Miracle there were peo
ple who stepped in at the right place and right time to carry the miracle forward. Without them this book would never exist.
Seventh, I believe that preceding each personal and spiritual victory there must be a moment of adversity—a literal trial of spirit. These dark times, when many fall with despair, are the real moments of triumph. I need not cite more than Winston Churchill’s magnificent speech: “Let us therefore brace ourselves to our duties, and so bear ourselves that, if the British Empire and its Commonwealth last for a thousand years, men will still say, ‘This was their finest hour.’ ”For everyone who strives for success, there must come such a time. The greatest moments of most endeavors arenot usually caught on film or applauded by large, adoring crowds. These are the trophies, not the victories. They are not the same thing.
The greatest moment of the Christmas Box miracle was not the day my book became a number-one bestseller. The greatest moment (as you will read) was a deeply personal and solitary triumph of spirit—a battle waged in no more spectacular a place than a shopping mall parking lot without another soul in sight.
Remembering that each noble cause must be preceded by a struggle enables us to better walk with courage and faith.
Eighth, I believe the most important thing that we can learn in our divine educational process ishow to love.To love God and to love others. They are the same thing, really. We cannot love God without loving his children. Neither can we love God without serving his children.A few summers ago I took my oldest daughter, Jenna, on a humanitarian mission into the jungles of Peru. After a few days of hiking and sightseeing, crocodile hunting and dining on piranha (it tastes like chicken), we set up a clinic in the jungle. Our group consisted of about twenty volunteers, mostly college students, along with two optometrists and one dentist.
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