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The Shack

by William P. Young

 

Author: William P. Young

Literature & Fiction


Language: English

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Mackenzie Allen Phillips's youngest daughter, Missy, has been abducted during a family vacation and she may have been brutally murdered is found in an abandoned shack deep in the Oregon wilderness. Four years later, in this midst of his Great Sadness, Mack receives a suspicious note, apparently from God, inviting him back to that shack for a weekend.

Against his better judgment he arrives at the shack on wintry afternoon and walks back into his darkest nightmare. What he finds there will change his life forever.


In a world where religion seems to grow increasingly irrevelant THE SHACK wrestles with the timeless quiestion, "Where is God in a world so filled with unspeakable ?" The answers Mack gets will astound you a... Read more

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...God could love Missy and let her go through that horror. She was innocent. She didn?t do anythingto deserve that.??I know.?Mack continued on, ?Did God use her to punish me for what I did to my father? That isn?t fair. Shedidn?t deserve this. Nan didn?t deserve this.? Tears streamed down his face. ?I might have, but theydidn?t.??Is that who your God is, Mackenzie? It is no wonder you are drowning in your sorrow. Papa isn?t likethat, Mackenzie. She?s not punishing you, or Missy, or Nan. This was not his doing.??But he didn?t stop it.??No, he didn?t. He doesn?t stop a lot of things that cause him pain. Your world is severely broken. Youdemanded your independence, and now you are angry with the one who loved you enough to give it toyou. Nothing is as it should be, as Papa desires it to be, and as it will be one day. Right now your worldis lost in darkness and chaos, and horrible things happen to those that he is especially fond of.??Then why doesn?t he do something about it???He already...

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