I finished reading The Shack a few days ago. I’m still reeling from its reading. I’m not even sure how to review it.
From the jacket:
Mackenzie Allen Philips’s youngest daughter, Missy, has been abducted during a family vacation and evidence that she may have been brutally murdered is found in an abandoned shack deep in the Oregon wilderness. Four years later, in the midst of his Great Sadness, Mack receives a suspicious note, apparently from God, inviting him back to that shack for the weekend.
Against his better judgment he arrives at the shack on a wintry afternoon and walks back into his darkest nightmare. What he finds there will change Mack’s world forever.
I think it has changed my world, too. I’ve always wondered and imagined what the encounter with God will be like. I pray that mine will be as wondrous and transformative as Mack’s. In fact, I suspect that Mack’s encounter, as he describes it, is only remotely as wondrous as an actual encounter will be.
When you read this book, you will ask yourself, “Is this really true? Is it factual?” I don’t know if it’s factual, but I believe it’s true. It left me craving to be with God on a minute-to-minute basis. I want to be more gracious with those around me. And I yearn for the time when God will reveal himself to me more fully.
I agree with Wynonna Judd when she says, “Reading THE SHACK…has blown the door wide open to my soul.”
© 2009, J. M. Erickson. All rights reserved.
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