Words are powerful things. You can cast a spell with words, you know. You better be careful what you say.
In so saying near the end of her book, Darnell Arnoult takes account of the spell she has cast for the roughly 300 pages she has spent weaving this tale. It is one part fiction, two parts of stark painful reality, and the huge piece of regret that is left over she weaves into a wonderful tale about love. Somehow this all adds up to a very impressive and warmly cohesive whole.
This is a rare book about an all too rare subject matter, the issues of learning how to take what remains in your life and turn it into something special for others. I was overwhelmed from the beginning with the sheer beauty of the way she tells the story about a variety of people who come together in odd ways. The title is from 2 Corinthians where Paul has asked God to heal him of a "thorn in his flesh." God replies that His grace is sufficient for what Paul needs to do. One doesn't have to read very far to find the wounded people, people I think who are just like the rest of us, trying to make our way the best we can with His help. While that part strikes a common chord, even her well developed characters are not the real story: the real story is how they develop greater character of their own.
I was reminded of a Roman Catholic priest, a Padre Pio, now a saint, who said Jesus permits the spiritual combat as a purification, not as a punishment. The trial is not unto death but unto salvation. This story is then about that salvation. This isn't a book so much about how far we go to get lost, but how we find our way back.
This story begins simply as a woman running away from her home. She draws three life-sized pictures of Jesus in three different poses on walls of her house, ostensibly to watch over her husband. All we know is that she hears voices and the voices are telling her that it is time to go. She leaves most everything behind, including her husband, household and grown daughter and drives her car off into the country where she slides off the road in the rain. Is she crazy? Is she schizophrenic? Does she really hear the voice of God? I suspect that most secularists would chuckle and suggest that hearing the voice of God was definitely schizophrenic. I wouldn't rush to disagree...but perhaps that just suggests a greater epidemic of what they can't understand in medicine. One keeps reading and wondering whether she is merely deluded and crazy or whether she really feels the spirit of God leading her. In explanation later in the book, Toot, mother in law of Mattie, says, to Mattie’s very secular veterinarian son, Sammy, we all crazy," says Toot. "You, me, your mama, the reverend, even Tyrone. We all got something make us crazy. You ever go in to doctor a bull and wonder if you crazy?" God speaks to each of us when we quiet down the noise we use to make our days seem important.
In the cemetery where Mattie, a black woman suffering from the loss of her husband , first finds Gracie, the author says, For God to work through Mattie, even in her grief-stricken fog, even with her need for a new covenant, is not so unbelievable as some might think. It is a gift like any other gift, an act of love.
Of course what Mattie was missing was someone to care for her... and now she is given someone for whom to care. God isn't giving her what she wants...nor explaining the point of her misery, but he is dealing with the issue...about which he knows far more. There are lots of stories like this, all the same and yet all different.
Sufficient Grace begins with a wonderful quote from Isaiah, but then quotes beautifully from others such as Pablo Neruda, and finally ends with a fiery quote from Nietzsche. Arnoult paints with a wide brush of understanding of the human condition in colors any heart should find quite appealing. As the book suggests to us in its wonderful meandering story line, we work best in using what little grace we have in order to increase, (according to another quote by Phillip Brooks,) our grace with His help. Beyond just being true, in the huge scheme of things, perhaps it is fair to say that little else matters.
This book weaves a story of need, sadness and finally compensation. It may not adhere exactly to Calvinist interpretations of scripture, but it is rewarding to read as well as an important lesson of which we need to be reminded every so often.