The Shack 2
I’m about 60 pages into this novel and I don’t think I like where it is taking me. I’m not feeling much forgiveness at this point. If that shocks you, you should probably stop reading now.
The main character’s daughter has been abducted by a serial killer, and they’ve just found her bloody clothes in a shack in the woods.
My stomach is churning as I look at my own baby girl…every time the author names the girl, I see Gracie.
All platitudes and “good Christian” moralities aside (forgive my honesty, or don’t, it’s up to you) I want this guy. Not caught and convicted, not sentenced and punished…I look at Gracie, and I want him. Somewhere far away from the authorities, where it’s just me and him…alone…for a long time.
If this shocks you, I’m sorry, but I’m just speaking from my heart.
This book is taking me places I don’t really want to go…
I wonder….God loved me enough to allow his own child to be tortured and killed on my behalf…would I make the same sacrafice…I don’t think so…