I know The Shack is old news, but I finally got around to reading it. I picked it up with a bit of fear and trembling. I thought about hanging a clove a garlic around my neck too just in case!
You know what? I didn’t like it all that much. It didn’t mess with me. It didn’t blow the top off my theological framework. I was a little disappointed. I thought a few characters were really well developed and others – not so much. The car crash element was totally unnecessary and detracted from the story – so much so, it almost made me chuck the book and not finish the last couple of pages.
I felt a little disappointed in the “God” of The Shack. I was attracted to the personal interaction with God part, but a little underwhelmed. I think God is so, so, so, (so times 1 million here) much more than what I found in the pages of The Shack.
I hope people are encouraged to journey towards the Lord by reading the book, anticipating a rich relationship with the God of the universe. But I think most people will start searching for unique experiences that explain away the struggle and pain of life instead.
I mean, it’s hard enough to remain committed to having the Bible mean something to your mind, heart, and soul. I think most people will find themselves leaving the Bible on the shelf and waiting around by the mailbox all day for their own personal letter from “Papa.”
If you like these kind of allegorical books though, I much prefer Hinds Feet in High Places by Hurnard.
And quickly on to the “the stuff” I mentioned in the title. Just to let you know – we are still on the road. We are still on target to move back to IL on August 1st. We still all love each other, and we still all really love people leaving comments on this blog even though we are total blog slackers and don’t deserve it.