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Overview : A widowed father of two, living on a farm that is about to be taken from him, Joseph Hutchinson embarks on an unexpected journey that will bring him face to face with his greatest fears, and ultimately with his greatest discovery--a mysterious wooden box hidden in his attic over 100 years earlier.
Since the beginning of time every man and woman has prayed—millions of prayers daily. Why then are only a handful of them answered? What roles do luck, chance, or fate have in our lives? How can we discover and live our destiny?
Joseph Hutchinson is a man who knows the reality of tragedy all too well; his life has been filled with misfortune and adversity. A widowed father of two, living on a farm that is about to be taken from him, Joseph embarks on an unexpected journey that will bring him face to face with his greatest fears, and ultimately with his greatest discovery—a mysterious wooden box hidden in his attic more than one hundred years earlier. This box, the Prayer Chest, contains the Three Secrets of Prayer that will change his life and the lives of everyone around him.
What starts out as a journey to save his children and himself turns into a quest through which he—and every reader who has ever struggled—discovers the power to make every prayer come true.
Rich in romance, mystery, and spiritual insight, THE PRAYER CHEST is a wise and warm tale that will revolutionize everything we've ever thought about prayer—and the meaning of our lives here on earth. A parable for people of all faiths—or none—it is to be read, enjoyed, and above all, lived.
"I absolutely love The Prayer Chest. Not only is it a good story, it also offers enormously helpful and practical guidance for living a joy-filled and meaningful life." —Christiane Northrup, MD, author of Mother-Daughter Wisdom, The Wisdom of Menopause, and Women's Bodies, Women's Wisdom
“The Prayer Chest is a wonderful and enlightening book. It tells an inspiring story whose deep secret is that we all need a simple place, a quiet place, a place of miracles, a hiding place where we can write the truth of our hearts and leave it for those we love. We each need our own Prayer Chest, and in times of joy, in times of fear, it will be there to guide us and to help us receive the truth. What a gift is this wonderful book!” —Judy Collins, singer, songwriter, and writer
"The Prayer Chest resonates on so many levels. The story sings, the lessons abound and the loving truth we all seek pours out of every page. I fell in love with every character and was pleasantly surprised at every turn. If I doubt prayer ever again, I'll re-read it to get my conviction back. This is one for the ages. Bravo!” —Laura Berman Fortgang, author of Now What and Living Your Best Life
“The Prayer Chest is a treasure chest of bounty: It's a healing story that will have you on the edge of your seat, while at the same time delivering information that can make your life rich, gentle, and joyous. It's like ‘A Wonderful Life' meets ‘The Secret.' I closed this book eager to avail myself of a new and earnest, secret power. This book answers prayers you didn't even know you had.” —Tama J. Kieves, author of This Time I Dance: Creating the Work You Love
“A spiritual parable that will appeal to fans of It's a Wonderful Life . . . this easy, inspirational read will warm the hearts of seekers everywhere.” —Publishers Weekly
“I have used prayer chests for many years, with great results. I applaud your book on the subject. It is much needed for informational and inspirational purposes in these times.” —Catherine Ponder, author of The Dynamic Laws of Prosperity
AUGUST GOLD is cofounder and spiritual director of Sacred Center New York, one of the fastest growing spiritual churches in America. She speaks to corporations and spiritual and secular organizations nationwide, and has been featured on Beliefnet.com and the Hallmark Channel. She lives in Manhattan and East Hampton, New York.
JOEL FOTINOS, a vice president at Penguin Group (USA) Inc., is the publisher of the Tarcher imprint, and founder and publisher of the Putnam Praise publishing program. He is cofounder and a minister of Sacred Center New York. He lives in New Jersey.
CHAPTER 1 Easter Day, 1883
It was a moment filled with hope, the moment Daniel was born.
“Not one Hutchinson man has made it to middle age,” Joseph whispered into the ear of his sleeping newborn son, “—yet.”
Many Hutchinsons married, some started families, all worked the farm, but none made it further than a few years past their twenty–first birthday.
Everyone in the small Long Island town whispered under their breath that it was God's will. Some shuddered, saying it was a curse or the evil eye. Others insisted it was simply plain, old bad luck.
No explanation made sense because the Hutchinsons were the best kind of people you'd ever want to meet. There was nothing they would not do for you, and everyone in town had a story to tell about a good deed done for them by a Hutchinson. But for all their good deeds, in the end, the Hutchinsons could not keep their boys out of harm's way.
On the day Daniel was born, all of his ancestors' unfulfilled dreams shifted onto him. The accumulated hopes of generations were laid upon his innocent shoulders before he had taken the first drink of his mother's milk. Maybe with him the spell would be broken, and the Hutchinson men would live into old age. Joseph Hutchinson was counting on it.
“You have a lot to live up to, Daniel,” he said rocking his son in his arms, if indeed he was to live at all.
Joseph's father died at twenty–five years of age. It was a straightforward fall off a horse that should have given him nothing more than some scratches and a good story to tell the children at the noon meal.
“There's no reason for the fall to have taken his life,” the doctor had said.
But there it was, he was a Hutchinson, and his time had come.
Ten years later, Joseph inherited the farm from his mother, who had worked so hard to keep it afloat by herself that it was probably more the cause of her fatal illness than the “weak heart” the doctor blamed. Plain and simple, she was worn out.
A week after laying his mother to a well–deserved rest, Joseph took over right where she had left off. He quickly learned that he would not be working the farm; the farm would be working him.
“You had better be strong.” Joseph addressed the baby he cradled protectively in his arms, his firstborn son whom he had helped his wife, Miriam, birth twelve hours earlier.
Miriam had not recognized the labor pains that grew worse over the course of the afternoon. She shrugged them off as a bellyache from a bowl of oatmeal too hastily eaten at sunrise. After all, the baby wasn't due for a month.
Moreover, she was preoccupied with her work in the field. Farmwork was exacting; everything was precisely timed in preparation for the harvest. Neither she nor Joseph could afford to take an afternoon off as the land hardly provided enough for them to make it through the year.
It was for this reason that Miriam's mother had pleaded with her not to marry this boy. Miriam could recite their argument by heart…
“I don't mean to meddle, sweetheart, but if you ask me—”
“But I haven't asked you, Momma,” Miriam sighed.
“Honey, Joseph's prospects are dim,” she lowered her voice lest she be overheard, “and he's cursed. All the Hutchinson men are. Everyone knows it.”
“I don't care about everyone.” Miriam was convinced that her love was strong enough to save him from the Hutchinson fate. “Nothing matters but that I love him.”
“I'm sure you do. Joseph is a handsome young man, but marriage is for life.” She knew that death was only a concept to her daughter; Miriam was still a baby when her father died. But she pressed on anyway. “Who will take care of your children should he—” she searched with care for the next words, “pass unexpectedly?”
“The Bible says that love is stronger than death, Momma. Are you saying that the Bible isn't true?”
“I won't argue the Bible with you—”
“Then maybe you've just forgotten what it is like to be young.” Miriam tried every argument she could think of.
“Don't put me in the grave just yet. I am not that old.”
“Joseph has dreams, Momma. One day he's going to be more than a farmer—so much more!”
“I'm all for dreams, Daughter, but it is reality that puts food on the table.”
Miriam stopped arguing and put her whole heart into begging. “Please say yes, Mother.”
All the women in her family had minds of their own, and her daughter was no different. Yet she couldn't help but smile. For all of Miriam's timidity, once she set her heart on something, it was already hers. “He seems to be a good man, that Joseph Hutchinson.”
“Oh, Momma, thank you,” she squealed with relief. “From the day I set eyes on him at the county store I knew that he would ask me to marry him.” And she knew, too, that she would say yes.
“It sounds like love…,”Mother said, drifting back to the moment she had laid eyes on the dashing gentleman with the pencil-thin mustache thirty years her senior who had taken her heart. “Love at first sight.”
“Exactly,” Miriam exclaimed. Love at first sight is exactly what it was with Joseph Hutchinson…
Miriam was surprised when her water broke in the cornfield, and by the time she reached the house she did not have the strength to make it up the single flight of stairs to her bed. Other than her feather mattress, the Hutchinson farmhouse had little to offer in the way of comfort. Inside, like the outside, was a study in simplicity and efficiency. There was the front room where they sat and the kitchen (with a cellar beneath it) where they ate, with a stone fireplace covering one entire wall. On the second floor there were two bedrooms spacious enough only for sleeping and dressing, and atop that a cramped attic nestled beneath the steeply pitched roof. Miriam lay down on the cushioned bench in the front room and waited for her husband to come and wash up for the noon meal. She could do no more than wait.
She did not have to wait long. Forty minutes later Joseph sauntered into the kitchen, clenching a raggedy bunch of wildflowers in his fist.
“Miriam,” he called out, “I have a gift for you.” One day he promised himself he'd be able to afford real gifts, not ones stolen from the earth.
Miriam's mother had tried to prepare her for the pain of childbirth, but nonetheless Miriam cried out with the intensity of it. “I'm here.”
She did not want to be doubled over in front of Joseph, but the contractions were coming faster and were harder to bear.
Though she was only in the next room, her answer sounded weak and far away. He moved toward her voice, and when he saw her chalky white complexion and her lips drained of color, he ran to her side, dropping the flowers and falling to his knees.
“It's just labor pains, Joseph—” her words cut short by another contraction that shot through her body.
“It can't be. It's a full month early,” Joseph explained, as if declaring it made it so. He laid his hands on her swollen belly that felt near about to burst. But what if she was right? He shuddered with an animal fear that all men feel at such a time, when they know they are powerless to stop nature from taking its course. “Miriam, I am telling you it is too early.”
She couldn't help but laugh—at seventeen, her husband was still a boy. “Early or not, our baby is coming.”
“But, Miriam,” he said, trying to reason with her, “you don't understand. There is no time to get the midwife. Even if I fly, I won't return with her in time.”
He stood up and began to pace the length of the front room. “What shall we do?” he asked, his voice cracking with emotion.
“You will have to do what has to be done, Joseph.” She said it just like that, as if birthing a baby was something Joseph had done just the other day.
He looked at her incredulously.
Miriam knew her man; he was capable of rising to the occasion.
Joseph's panic increased, but he knew she was right.
“There's something I must do first, and when I come back, I will be your manly midwife.” With something to do he no longer felt powerless.
She smiled at his attempt at humor, envisioning Joseph in an apron doing her bidding.
When Miriam first laid eyes on him in the county store, it was she who was wearing the apron, and she doing his bidding. Naturally, she had heard the gossip about the curse, but here was Joseph standing before her just as handsome as he could be. “Can I help you find what you're looking for?” she asked.
“I think I might've already found it,” Joseph responded with more boldness than he knew he possessed. “I'm Joseph Hutchinson,” he said, offering his hand.
She took his hand in both of her own as if it were a prize she had just been awarded at the fair.
Her gentle touch urged him on. “Would you like to take a walk with me on Sunday afternoon?”
“I'll have to ask permission from my mother.”
“Do you think your mother will like someone like me?” he asked with the confidence of a man twice his age. The last time Joseph was smitten by love he'd lost his senses, but with this girl he seemed to have full dominion over them. “What do you say?”
“I'll have to let you know…”
His forwardness scared her and thrilled her. “Tomorrow?” she stuttered.
The blush coloring her cheeks encouraged him. “That means I'll have to come back into town tomorrow.”
“I suppose it does,” Miriam said. “I'm sorry.”
“No, you're not! You're not the least bit sorry.”
Miriam broke into a glorious smile. She liked him. No, she more than liked him.
Her smile expanded until Joseph felt its warmth envelop him. He, who spent his days beneath the dark Hutchinson cloud, found himself unexpectedly standing in the presence of a bright sun. And it was shining directly upon him.
They stood for a moment, face to face, silently contemplating each other.
Maybe her light was bright enough to burn away the black Hutchinson fate. “Then, I will see you tomorrow, Miss—”
“You may call me Miriam.”
“Miriam.” The soft vowels felt nice against his hard life.
“Then I'll see you tomorrow, Miriam. And the day after that, and the day after that!”
“That's too much,” she said, responding with words more proper than accurate. “What will people think?”
“What they think won't keep me from coming back day after day 'til I'm sure that you won't change your mind about me between now and Sunday.”
She sensed that Joseph saw right through to her soul–saw that she would go walking with him on Sunday no matter what her mother said…
Joseph knelt down beside Miriam and took his wife's hands in his own. He pressed them hard, trying to transfer his strength to her. “I will come back,” he said. “Just give me a few minutes.” Then he stood up and ran out of the front room.
He hurriedly climbed the first flight of stairs, rushing past the two small bedrooms and hall storage cubby and then the final steps to the attic door. He unlocked the plain unpainted pine door with a key that only he possessed and entered the small space that was his refuge, his stronghold.
He locked the door behind him and walked the few steps to the chair in the center of the dimly lit room. He sat down, closed his eyes, and tried to concentrate. But who could concentrate at a time like this?
Without money to pay for a doctor and without time to call on the midwife, Joseph placed the fullness of his faith in this stuffy little attic that had served as his holy temple since the day it answered his first prayer years ago.
When Joseph was a boy living in a house full of Hutchinsons, he shared his small bedroom with two brothers; he had no place to call his own. No sooner had he set his sights on the cellar than his mother declared in a tone that left little room for discussion, “The cellar's no place for a boy.”
It was his older brother, Luke, who suggested the attic. “Ma doesn't go up there at all except to pile up stuff that nobody wants.” That very day Joseph claimed it as his own and soon he labeled it his “thinking through” place.
Despite the limited space, this attic housed all things Hutchinson—a collection of broken furniture and crates filled with clothes, toys, nonsense, and what-nots. They were all consecrated artifacts to Joseph; all imbued with the special power that ancient history accords things. It was amidst this history that he found his security in times of need.
One lonely night, on a lark, he prayed to the power of the attic for love, and a few months later he was hired to work on Grace Brown's farm. The attic had answered his prayer. After that Joseph unquestioningly trusted in the power of this room.
“Help me to deliver my firstborn child.” His current prayer was simple and to the point.
Only two minutes of silence passed before Joseph said, under his breath, “Thank you,” and swiftly exited the room, locking the door behind him. Once outside the door, his wife's cry quickly brought him back to the reality at hand.
Three hours and twenty–two minutes later, his baby boy with black hair and blue eyes was born. Joseph cut the umbilical cord perfectly and left the two of them alone only after they had fallen sound asleep in each other's arms. He tiptoed out of the house to begin his search for the perfect piece of wood. Working with wood brought him happiness and a peace of mind like nothing else. Less so now with the responsibilities of manhood, but when Joseph was younger, there was always a piece of wood for carving in one of his many pockets.
By the time his son's first cry for food and attention and love reached his ears, Joseph had carved his son a toy he knew would delight him. It was a soldier that moved its arms and legs in unison when you pulled the string at the top of his little helmet. But no matter how hard Joseph giggled at the sight of the silly, dancing soldier he dangled before Daniel, the single crease line drawn straight across his forehead, a trademark of all the Hutchinson males, never lessened.
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Studio: Doubleday Religion
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Release Date Oct 23, 2007
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More About August Gold & Joel Fotinos
AUGUST GOLD is cofounder and spiritual director of Sacred Center New York, one of the fastest growing spiritual churches in America. She speaks to corporations and spiritual and secular organizations nationwide, and has been featured on Beliefnet.com and the Hallmark Channel. She lives in Manhattan and East Hampton, New York. JOEL FOTINOS, a vice president at Penguin Group (USA) Inc., is the publisher of the Tarcher imprint, and founder and publisher of the Putnam Praise publishing program. He is cofounder and a minister of Sacred Center New York. He lives in New Jersey.
August Gold currently resides in New York City. August Gold was born in 1955.
Reviews - What do customers think about The Prayer Chest: A Novel About Receiving All of Life's Riches?
Audio Chick Flick Sep 23, 2009
This review is of the audio version of the book.
I found the story to be campy, sappy, corny, dime store novel quality. The story in a story about the prayer box on the other hand was brilliantly done. Overall it was just enough of a hook to keep me going all the way through.
The narration was a bit over the top for me, too much emphasis on sentences that required more subtlety. I think the author would have been a better choice to do the read, similar to the way "Eat, Pray, Love" was read. I actually found the sermon by the author on the last CD more entertaining and enlightening than the book itself, which leads me to believe the author has the talent required.
For enlightenment, the formula in "The Celestine Prophecy" was followed. Three insights into prayer are given, and they are revealed separately over time. Good solid stuff, well balanced, and perfectly integrated into the story.
Thumbs down on the epilogue where a fourth insight is mentioned but not revealed, which is just plain annoying.
Entertainment: 3 stars Enlightenment: 4 stars
A Brilliant Journey of Enlightenment! Jul 25, 2009
I loved how this book started off with a simple story and ended up as a profound spiritual lesson. The story alone is compelling enough to be worth the price of admission, and the metaphysical wisdom imparted is invaluable.
I was somewhat expecting (but hoping otherwise) the book to be but one more treatise on the "you create your own reality through what you believe" theme designed to teach you "how get what you want." Instead, the simple secrets offered up in the instructions for how to use "the prayer chest" inspire a life that is in flow with Source, which cannot help but result in an effective belief system that is in harmony with natural law and therefore manifests what you want as well as a deeper peace that embraces all of life's experiences.
My favorite part (and I hope I'm not giving away too much of the most important secret here) is revealed in the third secret and encapsulated in the two words "welcome everything." This is, a simply stated but not always simply applied (at least without a consistent spiritual practice), profound formula for living in peace, joy, bliss, and freedom---to invite everything in, the so-called good and so-called bad experiences in life. As conveyed in the book, "Through and open vessel . . . prayers flow unobstructed, and heaven finds an inlet and outlet through which to reveal Itself on Earth."
This also the theme of my book---to look for the magic, sacredness, or opportunity for growth in every experience. When we resist anything, we create a block in energy. We block the very energy needed for healing, whether we are talking about physical, emotional, or mental healing. As soon as we give up resistance and embrace whatever is---be "an open vessel," the energy begins to flow. And of course the energy that flows is the energy of love, which is synonymous with Source and is the only power that heals.
Rumi wrote, "This being human is a guest house. Every morning is a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. . . . Welcome and entertain them all. Treat each guest honorably. The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in. Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond."
I was so engulfed in the sheer intrigue of the story, that I didn't expect "The Treasure Chest" to lead me to such a poignant presentation of this most profound understanding. A shudder poured through me as I read the third secret, the kind that lets you know that you are downloading Higher Truth, and I recognized that this wasn't just another self-help doctrine, but a truly deep and useful tool for spiritual realization and integration.
I applaud August Gold and Joel Fotinos for a brilliantly crafted journey to enlightenment!
Reverend Patrick J. Harbula Author of The Magic of the Soul: Applying Spiritual Power to Daily Living http://www.livingpurposeinstitute.com
You Might Already Have What You Prayed For Aug 16, 2008
No matter what your faith or particular belief system, there seems to always be a yearning for something better than the here and now.
But what allows some to succeed through their tragedy and move forward while others seem to flounder?
The answer may be found in The Prayer Chest by August Gold and Joel Fotinos.
Now before you write this off as a book trying to force you to believe in something you are not comfortable with, let me assure you that this 181-page book offers solutions for everyone who has ever done one thing: pray.
It's something many of us are taught early in life. We go through the motions of it during special events, meals and family gatherings. But do we really appreciate the words we say and who they are directed to and the purpose for them?
The Prayer Chest introduces us to the Hutchinson family, a group that has known its share of pain but has experienced a joy that many with far more riches would do anything to have.
The story travels back and forth in time, but the main principals for me were Joseph Hutchinson and his two children. They have seen the best of times but have now gotten to the point where the worst of times threaten to engulf them.
Joseph has lost his wife, is in the process of losing his home and the fear of the unknown causes him to believe that all hope is lost.
We learn that even though Joseph was the primary provider for the family, it was really the wife's faith that kept things together. With her gone, it was like all hope was lost.
Enter the Prayer Chest. It has been in the attic for years and now, with things at their worst, the chest provides three guidelines for you to get results:
1)Prayer is answered through you.
2)Prayer is answered when you listen.
3)Prayer is answered when you welcome everything.
Is it really that easy? Does the answer to our problems really begin with something found within us all? Does our ability to pay attention to what we ask for and discern the answer really determine results?
And probably the most difficult of the three is the thought that we have to accept the good and the bad when it comes to what we ask for, realizing that all things work for the good in the end.
The Prayer Chest taught me a lot about the way I address challenges in life, mainly because it showed that maybe what we ask for has already been given to us - we just might not realize it because it's not the way we wanted it to be.
The authors give us a tale that should resonate with everyone who has ever wanted more out of life but wasn't sure how to get it.
May we all be so fortunate as to put ourselves in a position to accept what comes our way and use our experiences to be of benefit to others.
A Sweet, Uplifting little book Mar 27, 2008
An inspirational parable in which you actually care about the characters and what happens to them, as well as the "treasure" of a message within it.
Utterly Charming Feb 21, 2008
What an inspiring little gem! Captivating story and characters, with a tear-jerking romance and children in danger, back in great-grandma's time. Solid Americana. Fun and riveting to read, yet wholesome and spiritually fulfilling. Not written for children, but would definitely appeal to teenagers as well as adults. Ideal for a neighborhood book club-- inspirational message will draw families of all concerned together, and strengthen marriages. If you're feeling down and need to remember how lucky you are and that love begins from within, read this one, then write your own review. Personally, I'm waiting for the movie.