I know Miracle

I know Miracle April 14, 2012

I already know miracle.


I came across those words this morning in my readings. I started out reading Miroslav Volf’s A Public Faith. A man I have known for a very long time commented over coffee recently that he was pleased to hear me say before God and everyone gathered at a library event that I am a woman of faith.

There are some who wrongly mistake remarks like that to be some sort of braggart statement. It’s not. For me, talking about being a person of faith is like saying I’m married to my college sweetheart, or that I’m the mother of four grown kids, or a grandmother-to-be, or a Beaver Believer. It’s a way to define myself that tells you a bit of my history, what shapes me, what compels me, what I value, what I aspire to, and what I have failed at, time and time again.

A book reviewer for a big city newspaper ended her critique of my current book with this statement: Clearly, the author is a devout Christian, but her religious references will definitely turn off any non-believers.

If you’ve read the book, I think you’ll agree that’s a dishonest critique designed primarily to take a pot-shot at Christians. The book is not evangelical in any sense.  As far as to being “devout”, I think God himself might argue with the reviewer over that assessment.

There was a time in this society when referring to someone as a devout Christian would have been considered the highest of compliments. Nowadays when used outside the community of faith, it is meant to be cutting, an inference of a someone who thinks they are holier than others. In other words, a big ol’ hypocrite.

Both my Granny Leona (Daddy’s) and my Granny Ruth (Mama’s) were considered to be devout Christians in the hill towns of Tennessee where they lived. Throughout my life people I didn’t know would remark upon learning who my people were that “Mrs. Spears, she is a Christian woman.” They said the same of “Mrs. Mayes.”

I grew up knowing that being called a “Christian woman” was the greatest compliment anyone could pay a woman (the same goes for being a Christian man). My grandmothers distinguished themselves as women who were known for the way they loved God and others. My grandmothers lived a public faith.

As Volf says: “For this, in the end, is what the Christian faith as a prophetic religion is all about — being an instrument of God for the sake of human flourishing, in this life and the next.”

Books have been written about how we got from being the society where being known as a “Christian woman” was the highest compliment someone could pay you, to being a cause for public ridicule. I suppose we have Bill Maher to thank for that, but some of it we earned by using faith as a political battering ram.

“Too often,” Volf says of our public faith, “it neither mends the world nor helps human beings thrive. To the contrary, it seems to shatter things into pieces, to choke up what is new and beautiful before it has a chance to take root, to trample underfoot what is good and true.”

Can I get an Amen on that?

But can we also acknowledge that this is not something common solely to Christians?

Everybody else mucks it up, too.

Too often the whole of humanity seems to shatter things into pieces. Too often the whole of humanity neither mends the world nor helps others. Too often the whole of humanity chokes out what is new and beautiful before it has a chance to take root.

The difference between the Christian and the non-believer (to use the big city newspaper lady’s terminology) is that the non-believer gets a By.

Nobody expects the apathetic critic to do anything but criticize. Nobody expects Bill Maher to do good and purposeful things with his life. He gets 24-7 access to cable television to blast believers just because he’s witty.

He’s entertaining.

He makes a sport of ridiculing Christian women and Christian men.

As long as you can couch a put-down in humor, and as long as that put-down is directed toward evangelicals, the world laughs with you.

I’m not going to lie to you. My feelings get hurt when people criticize me for living out a public faith. Shoot, my feelings get hurt when people criticize me period. I can act all I-don’t-carish on the outside but on the inside I’m still that girl who wants to make people proud. I especially want to make God proud. My grandmothers set a high mark for the rest of the women and men in our families.

But then again, like my grandmothers, like L’Engle, I already know miracle.

I know miracle.

And I’m a woman of faith because in order to have a miracle there has to be a miracle-worker.

A Creator God.

And it’s notes like the one I received late last night that affirm the miraculous I already know:


Ms. Zacharias:
I just finished reading “A Silence of Mockingbirds” and I felt “compelled” to tell you how very much “Karly” reminds me of myself, as a little girl.I was emotionally,physically and sexually abused and my mother knew it was happening but had her own reasons for allowing it to go on, until I got 14-15 , ran away and for many years I messed up my life and many others before I found a true friend that loved me,”Just as I am!” JESUS! I am now 80 years old, still loving Jesus and I still have vivid memories of that abuse.Karly now rests in the arms of JESUS. GOD Bless you.
The note came from a Christian woman, and I mean that as a compliment, the highest of regards. She is a miracle in flesh-and-blood-and-tears. What about you? Do you already know miracle?




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  • Elizabeth Doyle

    Amen my sister. Amen

  • Jane

    “Too often the whole of humanity neither mends the world or helps others. Too often the whole of humanity chokes out what is new and beautiful before it has a chance to take root.”

    Thanks, Karen, for that reminder. I want to be someone, and/or part of a group of someones, who mend the world, who help others, and who encourage new and beautiful things to take root and flourish. I just need to get busy and DO it, and not be discouraged by those who would tear things down.

  • Sharon O

    That is a beautiful testimony story and don’t ever not share your story of faith, others will notice and if they are put off by it, that is their issue. I haven’t read your book yet but will someday.

  • AFRoger

    Yep, I do know a miracle: my Mom, all 105 years of her a week ago, holding her newest great-grandson, who entered this world 5 months ago at a birth weight of 2.5 pounds. It’ll be another 7.5 years before this little boy has been on this earth as long as my Mom spent as a single mother. It was in a time when having brought a life into the world in the way Mom did often brought shame that was nearly life ending for the family. And my grand-nephew, born when my oldest brother was, would not have survived.

    But not by the grace of God this time. Miracles. Jesus said, “I am the resurrection and the life.” Amen.

  • Jean

    Karen, You asked for an Amen…I will shout AMEN!!

  • I will give you a big AMEN! And I would just remind you of Christ’s words: “Blessed are you when people insult you, persecute you and falsely say all kinds of evil against you because of me.” Your book is a powerful message to everyone about child abuse — whether the reader is a Christian or not…

  • Tim

    The reviewer couldn’t see past your faith, apprently. That’s probably a good thing since you are being honest and frank in living out that faith through your writing, Karen.

    This morning I heard a piece on NPR about how some democrats and republicans are defending their recent votes on budget bills as reflective of their faith, while hurling accusations that their opponents votes on those same bills are a betrayal of the gospel of Christ. Is it just me, or does that come across as a rather cynical exercise of one’s faith?


  • Love, love, love this, Karen. You are a woman of God.

  • Gretchenjhanna

    I love this so much I could squeeze it. Oh, & AMEN.