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Kate Bowler is a professor at Duke Divinity School with a modest Christian upbringing, but she specializes in the study of the prosperity gospel, a creed that sees fortune as a blessing from God and misfortune as a mark of God’s disapproval. At thirty-five, everything in her life seems to point toward “blessing.” She is thriving in her job, married to her high school sweetheart, and loves life with her newborn son.
Then she is diagnosed with stage IV colon cancer.
The prospect of her own mortality forces Kate to realize that she has been tacitly subscribing to the prosperity gospel, living with the conviction that she can control the shape of her life with “a surge of determination.” Even as this type of Christianity celebrates the American can-do spirit, it implies that if you “can’t do” and succumb to illness or misfortune, you are a failure. Kate is very sick, and no amount of positive thinking will shrink her tumors. What does it mean to die, she wonders, in a society that insists everything happens for a reason? Kate is stripped of this certainty only to discover that without it, life is hard but beautiful in a way it never has been before.
Frank and funny, dark and wise, Kate Bowler pulls the reader deeply into her life in an account she populates affectionately with a colorful, often hilarious retinue of friends, mega-church preachers, relatives, and doctors. Everything Happens for a Reason tells her story, offering up her irreverent, hard-won observations on dying and the ways it has taught her to live.
Praise for Everything Happens for a Reason
“I fell hard and fast for Kate Bowler. Her writing is naked, elegant, and gripping—she’s like a Christian Joan Didion. I left Kate’s story feeling more present, more grateful, and a hell of a lot less alone. And what else is art for?”—Glennon Doyle, #1 New York Times bestselling author of Love Warrior and president of Together Rising
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About the Author
Kate Bowler is an assistant professor at Duke Divinity School. A graduate of Yale Divinity School and Duke University, Bowler is the author of Blessed: A History of the American Prosperity Gospel. She lives in North Carolina with her husband and son.
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I had lost almost thirty pounds by the time I was referred to a gastrointestinal surgeon at Duke University Hospital. Every few hours I doubled over from a stabbing pain in my stomach. This had happened so often over the last three months that I had developed a little ritual for it: reach for the nearest wall with the right hand, clutch my stomach with the left hand, close my eyes, keep perfectly silent. When the pain subsided, I would reach into my purse, take a swig from a giant bottle of antacid, stand up straight, and resume whatever I was doing without comment. It was a little creepy to watch, I’m sure, but it was the best I could do at pretending for so long. Now I was tired of pretending. I eyed the surgeon warily as he came into the small examining room where my husband, Toban, and I waited. He sat down heavily on his stool, sighing as if already annoyed.
Then he said, “Well, I looked at your latest tests and they don’t tell us anything conclusive.”
“I don’t understand,” I protested. “I thought the last test suggested that it was probably my gallbladder.”
“It’s not entirely clear,” he said in a hard voice.
“So you’re not prepared to operate,”
“Look, there is nothing to suggest that we are going after the right thing. I can take out your gallbladder and you might be in the same pain you’re in today. Plus the pain and inconvenience of a surgery.”
I sighed. “I don’t know how to get you, or anyone, to pay attention. I’ve been to all your specialists, but I have been in a crazy amount of pain for three months now, and I can’t keep doing this.”
“Look,” he said, as if having to start all over again. “We’re at the squishy end of an already squishy diagnosis.” He throws it back at me, nonchalant. “Again, I can take it out, but I don’t know what you want me to say.”
“I want you to say that you’re not going to rule out the gallbladder surgery and just send me back out there with everyone else! No one is trying to help me solve this, and I can’t take it anymore!” I could hear the desperation leaking out.
“I’m sorry you feel that way,” he said. We sat there glaring at each other.
“I’m not leaving,” I said loudly. “I am not leaving until you send me for another test.”
“Okay. Fine,” he said, and he rolled his eyes.
He wrote a note to authorize a CT scan, and I felt only relieved annoyance. They would find something simple and that would be the end of it. I’d just have to schedule my life around a surgery, nothing major.
I am at the office, pacing at my treadmill desk and flipping through my latest research, when my phone rings.
“Hello, this is Kate.”
It’s Jan from the doctor’s office. She has a little speech prepared, but my mind is zeroing in and out. I can hear that she is talking, but I can’t make out the words. It is not my gallbladder, I catch that much. But now it is everywhere.
“What’s everywhere now?” I ask.
I listen to the buzz of the phone.
“Ms. Bowler.” I absentmindedly put it back up to my ear.
“We’re going to need you to come in to the hospital right away.”
I need to call Toban.
“No, sure. I get it. I’ll be right there.”
“I’ll send someone down to the lobby to get you.
“Sure, sure,” I say, almost inaudibly. “I have a son. It’s just that I have a son.”
There is a long silence.
“Yes,” she says, “I’m sorry.” She pauses. I picture her, standing near an office phone riffling through charts. Likely there are more people to call. “But we’re going to need you to come in.”
“Is God good? Is God fair?”
A hulking Norwegian asked me this once in the line at my college cafeteria.
“I think so,” I said. “But it’s seven a.m. and I’m starving.” But now I wonder. Does God even care?
One of my favorite stories told by prosperity preachers comes from one of the original televangelism duos, Gloria Copeland and her husband, Kenneth. Gloria, who, even at seventy-something, looks like a glamour-puss real estate agent, and her husband, a true Texan, who always looks like he has strolled in after a leisurely day at the ranch. For decades, they have saturated prime-time television and the Christian bookstore shelves with teachings on living the abundant life. They don’t expect God simply to be fair—they expect God to rain down blessings. So when a tornado threatened to destroy their home, said Gloria, they crept in the night to their porch to face down the storm. They prayed loud and long that God would protect their property and, for good measure, commanded God to protect their neighbors’ houses, too. And so, they said, the storm turned and went another way.
It is an image I cannot forget: two of the world’s wealthiest Christians shaking their fists at the sky, protesting to the God of Fair.
After all, what father, when his child asks for bread, would give him a stone?
Fairness is one of the most compelling claims of the American Dream, a vision of success propelled by hard work, determination, and maybe the occasional pair of bootstraps. Wherever I have lived in North America, I have been sold a story about an unlimited horizon and the personal characteristics that are required to waltz toward it. It is the language of entitlements. It is the careful math of deserving, meted out as painstakingly as my sister and I used to inventory and trade our Halloween candy. In this world, I deserve what I get. I earn my keep and keep my share. In a world of fair, nothing clung to can ever slip away.
I got married at twenty-two, when I was especially dumb. I wasn’t dumb to marry Toban, exactly, because that ended up being one of the most sensible things I’ve ever done. But I was probably pretty dumb because I didn’t yet realize that Toban was one of those great investment pieces that increase in value but seem like overkill. He was like beachfront property when I probably could have settled for a suburban condo. At the time, however, I mostly thought about how beautiful he was, how great he was at explaining the finer points of skateboarding, and how he would never lose his hair.
Now he rushes into my office and throws his arms around my neck, and all my words are pouring out.
“I have loved you forever. I have loved you forever. Please take care of our son.”
“I will! I will!” he cries, and I know it is true. But the truth is not going to help us anymore.
I call my parents on the walk to the hospital, but I have to stop and lean against a high stone wall for a minute. Toban puts his hand on my back to steady me. We are both gone, gone, gone somewhere else, flitting back and forth between now and where we used to be.
I tell my parents they need to find a place to be together and sit down, that I have been told that I have cancer and that it doesn’t look good for me.
“You need to give Zach to us! You have to change your will!” my mom blurts out, her voice shaking. I have been, coincidentally, drawing up a living will for my life insurance policy, a policy I will be denied because they will find out that I have cancer and reject the claim, a bet they no longer want to take. But right now my mother is confused. Her child is dying and suddenly, so is the whole world. She is desperate to salvage what is left of my life: my son.
Table of Contents
Chapter 1 Diagnosis 3
Chapter 2 Object Lesson 14
Chapter 3 Magic Tricks 29
Chapter 4 Seasons 38
Chapter 5 Surrender 53
Chapter 6 Christmas Cheer 88
Chapter 7 Certainty 106
Chapter 8 Restoration 126
Chapter 9 Ordinary Time 141
Appendix 1 Absolutely Never. Say this to People Experiencing Terrible Times: A Short List 169
Appendix 2 Give this a Go, See How It Works: A Short List 173
A Reader's Guide 179
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Well now I'm going to go have a good cry. What an incredible book and an incredible person.
If you read one book this year, let it be this one. Kate pairs a heavy topic (being diagnosed with stave IV cancer at age 35, with a husband and young son) with her delightful wit and wisdom. This memoir gives us all something to think about and ways to grow when we walk through dark times with those we love. A must-read.
Thank you for this amazing!!! You done good! God bless
I read this book as I was in the hospital recuperating from major surgery. It was truly helpful. I had also been a prosperity gospel seeker but was feeling that that path no longer spoke to my life experiences.
If you are the 4th last person in the world not to read this book, hurry! So honest and real. Quit reading this review and read the book!
As a Lutheran Christian I know the theology of the Cross but have struggled to properly dissect Prosperity Gospel theology. Her honest and open review has given me insight into their theology and my own. After it is all said and done, I still choose the Theology of the Cross where God's power is hidden in the suffering and death of Jesus.
You're young, married to the love of your life, with a beautiful son and a job that you love. Strong in your faith in God and in believing in the miracles that sheer faith can bring. Until her Stage IV colon cancer diagnosis at 35, Kate Bowler, a professor a Duke Divinity School with a specialty in the prosperity gospel, that described her life. Before cancer, Kate's beliefs were centered on the miracle of a positive attitude, that willing something into being was possible, that everything did happen for a reason. After cancer, she shares with us her daily struggle to believe in the existence of a world without her in it. With the knowledge that she will, without question, leave her infant son without a mother, her husband without a wife. All her research is stretched to its limits, while, with a dark and yet beautiful humor, learns to really live, two months at a time. There will be few books that will touch your heart, few authors that will open up their pain to you and still paint the world with hope and the beautiful determination to make the best of what is left.
Friends, this is a must read! I read it in two days but would have finished it in one, if not for the fact that I am both a full-time momma and pastor. Kate Bowler writes in a profound, honest, and tender way about her life, her Christian faith, her study of the Prosperity Gospel Movement, her hope, and her love for her family. I was riveted by her insights as a historian of religion as well as the way she helps give us words for our human journey, accompanying us as we accompany her, allowing us to connect to our own humanity and quest for God's presence with us at all times. I finished this book yesterday evening and felt that my soul was touched, renewed, inspired. Thank you Kate for writing such courageous, beautiful words. I am grateful for this book.