Once upon a time, long, long ago, I read books. Okay, maybe it wasn’t that long ago, but it’s been a smooth minute since I’d actually picked up a book — like a legit, hardbound one with real pages on the inside — and read it from cover to cover. That was until recently, when I finally dusted the cobwebs off this one book that had been sitting idle in my room for the past however-many years. A book called The Shack by William Paul Young. I don’t remember when or how I got it or where it came from, but this book was definitely a Godsend, for reasons that would probably take me a lifetime to explain.
It would probably be a lot easier if you just read it yourself to understand exactly where I’m coming from, but just to give you a little teaser (and I promise I won’t ruin it for you if you haven’t read it already): A man named Mackenzie Allen Phillips endures a tragic event that alters his entire perception of life, the world, and his faith in God. One day, Mackenzie receives a mysterious note in the mail — with no return address — asking him to go to “the shack,” a traumatizing place from his past that he had never intended to visit again. It is this note that sparks Mackenzie’s curiosity, hope, and the little bit of faith he has left in God. [Read more…]