My oldest daughter recently brought me an armload of books to read. She said, "Mom, read this one first."
That book was
The Shack, by Wm. Paul Young.
After reading it, I may never look at God, at Jesus, at the Holy Spirit, in quite the same way I had always perceived them. Also, I may never look at life, people, or myself in the same way, either.
In spite of its unassuming title and small size as novels…
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