A Novel, Metaphysical Shack
Saturday night the Lovely Melis and I attended a small neighborhood Christmas soiree. Our host, an avid reader, keeps an interesting collection of books lying around the house, mostly because his bookshelves have not kept up with his accumulation of books.
Anyway, the Lovely Melis ended up picking up two of our host’s books from off the floor and bringing them home. With his permission of course. Bram Stoker’s Dracula and William P. Young’s The Shack.
Stoker’s Dracula I read long ago, but Young’s The Shack I had not heard even a whisper of, so I picked it up to peruse the front and rear covers, and right there on the front cover was a claim seemingly so grandiose I staked the claim to read it before the Lovely Melis, without even peeking at the back cover. That claim is this.
This book has the potential to do for our generation what John Bunyan’s (The) Pilgrim’s Progress did for his. It’s that good.
This claim, while seemingly grandiose, is not so fantastic as Neale Donald Walsch’s claim to Conversations With God, which has generated a continuing stream of associated books, and I would assume revenue, so I cracked the book open late Sunday night and finished it not long ago, though it could be read in one somewhat extended sitting, if you’re not chasing off to Northern Michigan to do some business or some such thing.
Unlike Walsch’s Conversations With God, which read as if Walsch in reality was having conversations with God, and Walsch may indeed have had conversations with God, though the library cataloguing information page of Walsch’s books, under the ISBN number, all informationally display, possibly as a disclaimer, “Imaginary conversations,” Young’s The Shack is a novel and is in no need of imaginary conversations disclaimers.
This is not to say that Young’s The Shack is not imaginative, compelling, or novel, because it is. In fact, more hierarchically regimented individuals of faith may find Young’s The Shack too novel a novel and thus heretical, which is part of the appeal of The Shack for myself, heretic that I am.
The Shack will challenge your assumptions about God, good and evil, and relationships, whether those assumptions are personal, or hierarchically inculcated. If you haven’t read it, find a copy and read it. I think the book is that good of a metaphysical read. The Shack will not sermonize to you, it will allow you to preach to yourself. I’ll be looking to put a copy of it on my bookshelf.
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