December 23rd, 2017

A Christmas Miracle in Moscow

Christmas is all about miracles. A virgin birth, angels appearing to man, a Savior born in a manger. And if our God is the God of miracles, we expect nothing less during the Christmas season.

My family has had our share of miracles around the holidays. God’s provision time and time again. Years ago when I sat down to write this part of Angel Defined, I was shocked when Adam opened his mouth the morning of his Christmas Concert in Moscow and had no voice.

“I went to sing in the shower and nothing came out,” he wrote to Lauren.

I was as shocked as she was until I realized that it just meant God had a Christmas miracle in store for them. When I wrote the scene that follows, I had no idea it would be the turning point in all of my characters’ faiths. It would be the moment they would look back on when doubts came. It would be the hope they clung to. It would be the story they would continue to tell years later of the night the Lord provided at the perfect time. That’s why God brings miracles. Not only for our enjoyment or need but for His glory. For others to be inspired and to draw closer to Him.

I don’t know what you’re lacking this Christmas, but I pray you will find it in the Lord. I don’t know what miracle you are waiting on, but I pray for the peace that surpasses all understand until it comes. Don’t give up, my friend. Christmas is all about miracles and there are still more to come. I’m believing Him for some pretty big ones, but that’s okay because He’s a big God who is able to save. The baby in the manger is proof of that.

~Excerpt from Angel Defined~

“How are you?” Lauren ran her hands down the lapel of his tuxedo jacket ten minutes before the show.

“Okay,” he whispered.

She frowned. “It’s not back yet?”

Adam shook his head.

Lauren sighed.

He found he could whisper around noon. She hoped it would progress into something more before the concert. “Do you think it’ll come back?”

Adam shrugged, scribbled on his pad of paper, God’s here. Whatever happens tonight, He will be glorified.

She nodded after reading the note. A thin smile spread on his lips as he ran his hand down the side of her black, velvet gown. He pointed to her, then moved his open hand across his face, closing it as it passed over, and then opening it at the end. The sign for beautiful. He had spent most of the afternoon hours learning how to compliment Lauren in sign language.

Smiling, she kissed his lips gently. “I need to get to my seat.”

Adam dropped to his knees before her and bowed his head like he’d done before every concert in the past nine months. Tonight felt so different, but in that moment, Lauren realized the purpose remained the same—bring others into God’s presence and glorify His name. With or without a voice, she had assurance that’s what Adam would do.

“Well?” Tyler asked as soon as Lauren sat between him and her father.

She shook her head.

Her dad patted her hand. “God is going to work through this.”

A hand rested on her right shoulder. Lauren turned to see her Russian friend Sarah sitting behind her.

“I’ve been praying for a miracle,” she whispered. “The entire church has.”

“Thank you,” Lauren said. “Please keep praying.”

Her phone vibrated.

Hi Lauren, it’s Jerry. Did his voice come back?

Not yet, but we’re still believing God will heal him.

She closed her eyes after sending the text and inhaled slowly. God, I do believe, she silently prayed. Heal him, for Your glory.

The crowd cheered as the lights dimmed. Adam took his place at the piano center stage. The minute the spotlight went on him, his fingers flew across the keys. “O Little Town of Bethlehem.” The crowd quieted down as his playing intensified. The transition into “O Holy Night” was seamless. Entranced by his playing, the shouts subsided.

Lauren watched as Adam’s eyes closed. He was praying. His voice hadn’t come back.

God, heal him, she prayed as he transitioned into “What Child is This?” Lift the oppression, in Jesus’ name. We know no weapon formed against us will stand, so we pray that You deliver Adam from this attack. Restore his voice and protect him from any others.


Tyler inched forward in his seat as Adam played.

God, give him his voice back. You healed him from cancer; healing his voice is no big deal.

Once the crowd calmed down, Adam’s serious expression told Tyler he was praying. Lauren leaned forward, on the edge of her seat, hands folded under her chin.

Adam is so on fire for You, God. Why is this happening to him? If anyone deserves good things, he does.

“Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance.”

Tyler and Richard began studying the book of James together on the last part of the flight to Russia. Tyler found that verse odd, until tonight. This was about more than Adam losing his voice. God wanted them all to believe He could do anything. He wanted them to trust Him completely in the easy and the hard times.

“Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.”

Adam was constantly telling Tyler how important his faith was. Not only did Adam say it, he lived it. Every day. In front of the entire world.


Lauren inhaled deeply. “Joy to the World.” This was it. This was when he should sing. Her palms started to sweat. As the intro concluded, Adam opened his mouth slightly, then closed it. He looped back to the beginning of the song. Heart racing, she slipped out of her seat to a kneeling position.

God, I believe You can do anything. If it’s Your will, heal my husband.


Tyler recognized “Joy to the World” as he began to play it. Adam opened his mouth, then closed it, returning to the beginning of the song. Lauren dropped to her knees.

C’mon, God, Tyler prayed. You changed my heart. I know nothing is impossible for You, I know—

“Joy to the World, the Lord has come.” The crowd exploded as Adam’s voice burst forth.

Tyler hung his head. Yes, God, nothing is impossible for You.

Lauren immediately lifted her head at the sound of her husband’s voice. A smile danced on his lips as his fingers flew over the keys. “Let earth receive her King. Let every heart prepare Him room, and heaven and nature sing, and heaven and nature sing, and heaven and heaven and nature sing.”

“Good evening, Moscow!” Adam yelled into the microphone. “So glad you’re here to celebrate with me tonight!” Everyone in the arena jumped to their feet. Lauren stood, wiping her tears. Her phone vibrated. She glanced down to a new text from Jerry.

Tell Adam he’s made me a believer.

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