Comments on my favorite book

Hello,

I will say it again, in case you have not heard it from me yet. I loved this book. Give it a try and you will not regret it. Don't give up on it, even if it gets strange. It's an awesome work of fiction, full of truth. :)

I thought you might like what I got from the author today.
Stacey

"William P. Young, Author - The Shack" <wpy2007@gmail.com> wrote:

William P. Young, Author "The Shack"

June 2008, Letter from Pastor Lawrence Rae Posted: 10 Jun 2008 10:49 AM CDT I get about 100 emails a day, plus regular mail, notes, cards etc. I really do try and get to them all, and I am only a couple thousand behind - thank you for your grace and patience. I received the following letter just a day or two ago and thought I would like to share it with you. It is a devotional journal entry dated May 27, 2008, written by Pastor Lawrene Rae. There is a simplicity and yet a depth that I appreciate very much, as well as insight into Papa's heart. This is posted with permission. Lawrence - to Papa Lord, The Shack, struck a chord deep within my heart. I heard you speak in such "human" terms I was wildly blessed. I beliece the portrayal of you, although totally inadequate to your Ultimate Being, was a vividlyu clear expression of your merciful interface with us common folk. I loved you deeply, emotionally, radically in this book. Thank You for encouraging Paul to write it. Papa - to Lawrence You are right when you speak of the inadequacy of this, or any other book to display 'all' of My person, chracter and glory. I AM…and there is noe beside me. I am not a kind, black woman, a wraith, or an elderly, rather tall and slim white man. But Paul touched My being by faith and what flowed out of his collaboration with his friends is definitely a work of the Spirit. As We watched and heard and saw the oozing out on paper of Our love and joy and laughter; Our power and delight, Our mercy and grace and Our overall creativity, We were delighted with the substance of the text. So narrow a volume - so wide an expanse of thought and devotion. It won't be liked. It won't be tolerated. It will be loved or despised. As each reader first steps across the threshold of the Shack, they will have an opportunity, granted by Me, to be deeply offended. As their hearts reel at the possiblity of God stepping down as far as a big black hug, they will either be un-stumbled and touch the Son at Calvry, knowing the wounds also engraved in My wrists, or they will sentence themselves to a bounded vertical relationship; a 'thus far and no farther' tension that never squeals with glee as I tickle them unmercifully or never groans deep within as I press my fingers into the open wounds of their own broken souls. Knowing Me is the goal. Paul knows Me. Better still, I know Paul, and I have trusted him enough to reveal a little of Myself to him. How do you like Me now?