Skip to main content

HEAVEN & THE SHACK




I reviewed THE SHACK here last year and recently discussed it with friends as several of us have been reading books about Heaven. HEAVEN IS FOR REAL; PROOF OF HEAVEN, and a few others. All of which I've loved. Now I plan to see the movies GOD IS NOT DEAD and NOAH. This should evoke even more spirited discussion about Heaven with the group. That said, here is the review from earlier. 
The Shack by William P. Young has been much touted in the last few years. Some people love it. Others hate it.

As it was one of the books discussed recently at our writers meeting, and the group was clearly divided in their feelings about the book, I decided to read it.

I knew very little about the book when I opened it and I was hooked in the first few pages. It's about the disappearance from a camp ground of a beautiful little six year old girl named Missy.

The shack comes into play early on when the little girl's bloody dress is found in the shack in the woods.

Okay, we move along backward getting to know the characters in the story.
Then, Mack the father gets a letter from papa, which is what they call God. He's invited back to the shack in the woods by what he assumes is God.
He goes. It's winter and it's been snowing and is icy.
This is where he started to lose me.
The weather which he's having trouble walking in turns suddenly to spring or summer with beautiful flowers growing in the field and a gentle warm wind blowing. He starts to feel pretty good about now.




Then three people - the trinity represented - Father, Son, Holy Ghost (I'm assuming)
appear. A black woman, a man and another woman, Asian, I believe.

I quit reading at page 89, chapter six. I couldn't suspend my disbelief. And I tried.
I became disconnected from the story.
Mack is feeling really good, laughing and enjoying these people even though he can't quite figure them out. But then neither could I.

I closed the book.
What made me do that?

I loved the story up to that point.
I was rooting for the little girl.
I was looking for resolution.
I started to lose faith. For a bit I clung to the hope that the author would do something to get the story back on track. He didn't. Not for me anyway.
Now I'll never know how the story ends.

Did you read this book?
What did you think of it?
Did you love or hate the story? And why.
I know it's a Christian story. I got that. I'm a believer.

I also believe that an author can do anything he wants with a story. He can make God send letters. He can make God any color or nationality he wants.
Among all the many things he can do, the one thing he MUST do is keep a reader on track with his story.

I'm only one person. This author did not keep this reader in the story.
How about you? I look forward to all comments. I'm open minded and will appreciate hearing from you.
Did you read any of the above books or see any of the movies? I'd like to hear your opinions.
I'd like to invite you to share your views of Heaven if you are willing. Or if there are books you'd recommend on the subject. Many thanks! And blessings to all!


Comments

  1. Barb, I read The Shack a few years ago, all the rage at the time. I really didn't get it. I wanted to get it, yep, I really did, but didn't. I finished the book with the feeling that I'd been on a journey that really didn't take me anywhere. I felt the book was too commercially written, a bit contrived, and used the ploys of grief and desperation to sell a book. Maybe, I'm being unfair to the people who read The Shack and simply loved it. It just wasn't for me. I had the same feeling about Lovely Bones, written a few years before The Shack. I just wasn't that into it, either.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. I know Sher. And to be honest I know we each have our own likes and dislikes. THE SHACK just seemed contrived to me but I applaud those who loved it and there are many.
      Thanks for stopping by! I love the conversations we have at our meetings. Really opens up our minds!

      Delete
  2. I read the Shack and really liked it. I went to a gathering at Ashland University where Paul came and talked about why he wrote the book and it's an interesting story. (I even blogged about it back then). I understood the reason God appeared to him as a woman at the shack. The character had been severely abused by his Dad and had a hard time imagining a loving Heavenly Father..someone that his wife loved so much she refered to God as "Papa". He would relate better to a woman but later in the book God is portrayed as a man. You come to know the Trinity in a more personal way and how he came to accept them and their relationship with each other.. I think the book was really about love, coming to understand God's role in our lives and the world, and mostly forgiveness. It brought up some interesting points about judging people and about how God loves all his children equally...even the bad ones. I'll admit it's a different venue but for some reason I liked it. After listening to the author at AU, I didn't agree with all his philosophies of life but hearing about how he was abused as a child while his parents served as missionaries in Africa had me understanding why he wrote it. Sometimes a book just isn't for you and I've put a few down when I realized I really hated it or didn't "get it" and life's too short to waste on something we don't need in our lives. I hope the movies are good and you come back and give us a critique! Enjoy your weekend!

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Thanks Yaya. It's the discussion of these subjects that I love the most. Not so much whether we loved or disliked a work. WE're all more connected than we think and the more open we are at accepting the views of others the better rounded person we become. IF that makes any sense. Hugs. I will get back to everyone when I see the movies. There are so many good ones out now.

      Delete
  3. I haven't read it but it sure does sound like something I need to start on. Hope you have a nice Easter. Hugs, xo

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Thanks Susie. Hope you are doing well. Happy Easter to you too.

      Delete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

APOLOGIES....

For those of you who regularly follow my blog, I wanted you to know that health issues and family problems have kept me from my computer lately. Of course my mind has been busy coming up with great ideas to blog about but by the time I sit down late at night to write those lovely ideas have flown out of my head and gone back to wherever good ideas come from in the first place. I miss posting. I miss thinking. I miss resting. I miss just standing and staring, as cows in the fields are known to do. I miss all of you too. Reading about your lives and reading your comments on mine. However, I'm the eternal optimist and I see a teeny speck of light at the end of the tunnel. In two weeks life here should be back to normal, whatever that is. Have any of you figured out what normal is, exactly. I get up everyday and try to live the best life I know how. Is that normal? Or is normal different for each of us. What about a new normal? Are we doomed to live our "normal life" fo

Shingles: not the roofing kind...

Just when I thought things could not get any worse at our house my husband R came down with shingles. On the day I had to be at the hospital in Columbus with one adult daughter in the morning and then go to Cincinnati to pick up her husband after his stomach surgery the day before, R gets up with a rash that had turned to blisters. We made a quick dash 40 miles away to our family Dr. for a check up and yes my diagnosis was correct. Shingles! So armed with two medications we headed to the medical center to see our daughter, then to Cincinnati to pick up her husband and then home to collapse and hope that that's the end of our downward spiral. I'm worn to a frazzle and so is R. No time for writing or fretting about writing. I do feel good knowing that I have some contest entries out (short stories and one novel) and will be working on my novel at least two days this coming week. I have my writers meeting on Monday at Great Expectations Cafe and Book Store and look for

Mother's Leather Britches...

My mother gardened all her life. It was one of her great loves, next to family, God, and country. Because she grew up during the Depression, she learned to use every last item from her garden for canning, preserving, drying or pickling. Every year at the end of the green bean season she made leather britches, dried beans that would keep for the winter. These were the last beans hanging on the vines. The beans inside had grown to full size with outsides a bit withered. They were beyond the stage to can or preserve, or even to pickle. Although her fried pickled green beans and corn bread were the best in the world. (Well, next to her biscuits and fried apples.) Mother started the drying process with clean beans. She would spread a clean white sheet on a table in the wash room and spread the beans out on that, giving them space to dry. Sometime she would carry the sheet outside and put them on a table in the sun to further the process. The next step involved needle and thread