A novel of strong love, faith, and belief, that’s how I characterize The First Phone Call from Heaven. Mitch Albom, the author, was spot on in describing in details the human emotion of longing to be reunited with a loved one, the strong belief for miracles and after-life, and the struggle to set the truth from the deceit. In a seamless and very entertaining way, he gave life to another awakening and dramatic story he is known for.
Set in Coldwater, an unknown small town in Michigan, the story presented several people getting phone calls from their dead loved ones. Some took it as a clandestine miracle; but one stood at an open crowd to disclose what was considered a God-given gift. The news spread across the globe and the ones-so-peaceful little community turned into a global village of prayer and religious congregation. Nonetheless, one man, who went through severe grief to believe in a miracle, was bound to prove that these phone calls were hoax.
The novel, in a very light way, became a reflection of how faith, belief, and love are interwoven. When we love someone we have faith on everything that is happening no matter how impossible it may be to human’s rational thinking. We hold on to that faith until it becomes part of us. Faith, in this novel, can be associated with several things. There was faith in God, faith in the people around us, faith in our loved ones, and above all, faith in ourselves.
One thing that I also like about the novel is the characters and how they are interrelated to each other. Each of their actions is consequential of the others. Each of them has a piece of the stage worthy to be read to be able to put the pieces together and understand it.
Quotes to Note:
There are two stories for every life; the one you live & the one others tell.
Desire sets our compass, but real life steers our course.
Fear is how you lose your life…a little bit at a time…What we give to fear, we take away from…faith.
Sometimes, questions are more hurtful than insults.
Sometimes, love brings you together even as life keeps you apart.
The pain we suffer is a way to make us appreciate what comes next.
The words people do not speak are louder than the ones they do.
There is a time for hello and a time for good-bye. It’s why the act of burying thing seems natural, but the act of digging them up does not.
Bad news has no limits. We often feel it should, like a rainstorm that can’t possibly get any heavier. But a storm can always worsen, & the burdens of life can too.
You don’t miss things. You miss people.