On going to see The Shack
I went to see The Shack on Monday. Now if by this point, you're starting to bristle.... and want to talk to me about it's theological soundness.... please, stop reading now. Because in the nicest possible way, (obviously); I don't really care. (In love....) After starting to emerge from the worst depressive episode I've ever experienced, in 23 years of the illness, and finally getting the courage to write again, I've decided to give you my thoughts. To 'speak of what I know' (John Gowans) I offer you nothing more than that. So, back to The Shack. I read it back in 2008. I read it as it is published, as a work of fiction. It spoke to my heart and my soul. The idea that God: Father Son Spirit comes to us exactly how we need him in that moment is one I can run with. The film did the same. Challenged me. Inspired me. Met me deep within. There were times when I needed to suspend belief, but that's what cinema is for isn...