I don't know why, but I was thinking about this book the other day. One of my darlingest (and Catholic) friends lent it to me, swearing that I "had to read it!" Perhaps y'all have heard of that Christian cult phenomenon, "The Shack"?
I read it. I'll read anything, really. My darlingest friend invited me out to a birthday dinner and wine bar date later on, and at that time I returned her book to her. Another mutual friend was there, and they both stared at me sweetly expectant, demanding to know, "How did you like it?"
if you haven't read this book (and I don't recommend it), it is about a god-loving man who takes his three children camping. While one child nearly drowns in a body of water, the other, his five-year-old daughter, is kidnapped and brutally, bloodily, murdered. They never find her body ('til the end of the book), but they do find the shack in which she was killed. The man feels great guilt and horrible grief, obviously. One day, he gets a note in his mailbox from god inviting him out to visit the shack where his child breathed her last. He thinks it is a very tasteless, cruel joke. However, it gnaws at him and he decides to go.
Sure enough, god, Jesus, and the holy spirit are all there hanging out. The man gets to see his child, and she is happy and has forgiven the man and told dear old dad that the murder didn't hurt and she wasn't scared because Jesus was with her the whole time (which made me wonder, then, why people are so horrified by it if it's such a gentle experience?). The trio wanted the man to forgive the guy who went around killing small children because they all loved him as their child, and he'd had a rough childhood. Plus, the kid had forgiven him, right?
It's all very healing and assumptive as to what the trio would be like should they exist and a swampy bog of BS.
I thought very carefully about my reply. I didn't want to offend, as I do love this lady like a sister. She is an awesome, awesome person.
So, I said, "I hated that book." Not a good start, but one must be honest, no? "All I can say is, good thing god loves that (insert swear word here), because if he murdered my precious little baby I would hunt him down and I would drag his ass to that shack and I would tie him up and castrate him without the benefit of painkillers. I'd leave him there to bleed out and be eaten by animals. I don't give a (insert yet another swear word here) about his sorry childhood. He murders innocence and I would go to jail to protect mine. Of course, I'd have to be caught first."
Wide-eyed silent shocked stares. I smiled sweetly and changed the subject, "So, girls, ready to order?"