Wednesday, July 23, 2008

I am at the Rucker's now keeping the children.

I always try to have some Anne-time and I did last night when we went to pick up Chinese food and had to wait a while.

Ken is on crutches having injured his right knee playing volleyball. The doctor is hoping two weeks rest will solve the problem. If not, they will try more tests.

The kids and I had our usual talk before bedtime. Their favorite animals are: George, fox ( a change from rabbits. At one time, he wished his name was Rabbit boy) Adam, hawk, and Emma monkey. They decided the worst thing about becoming adult was taking care of teenagers. If they were teachers and could pick one book that their students had to read, Adam would pick The Complete stories of Uncle Remus. Emma and George also picked books but I was not familiar with them so I don't remember them. What do you like that most kids your age do not like? George said science and Adam said school. Emma was doing some work then.

Later I read them a chapter from the book about what happens when the clock strikes 13.

He is leaving today on a trip to Chattanooga and Lexington, KY. This morning he was ready to go, the kids carried out his suitcases, but he couldn't find his keys. He searched and searched.

It was almost eight so I took the kids to school where the Green Club was meeting to work on flower beds for the school. There was a neat red white and blue bench seat at the front of the building. Emma said she designed it. The back had white stars on a blue field. The seat and front had alternate boards painted red and white. A cute idea.

I came back to Anne's to find Ken still keyless. He asked me if I minded searching my purse. Of course, I didn't . The second thing I pulled out was his keys. In my defense the key to the Rucker house is on a key ring quite similar. I guess I just absentdmindedly dropped his keys in there sometime thinking they were mine.

I'm the only one who could do that and come out unscathed. He was very sweet to me. First he sat and got relaxed because he had been very upset.

I picked Adam up at school at 9:15 and took him to his appointment. Then we came back home and I put a pizza in the oven and then picked up Emma and George. They said they spent all morning shoveling dirt.

After lunch, it was down to the dentist's office for cleanings. Good reports except George has a cavity in a baby tooth. He said for Anne to call him but they would probably not fill it. Dr. Clark was in Ken's high school class and is a good friend of his.

Wednesday, July 09, 2008

I read the book "The Shack" by William Young. It is a sleeper hit, being touted by word of mouth through Christian communities.

I found it theological very wrong, but still inspiring and thought provoking. I judge a book or a movie by how much I think about it days later. I have certainly thought about this one.

The story concerns Mack, a husband and father of four, living in the Northwest. On a camping trip, his youngest daughter Missy is abducted and murdered. He has a hard time with this. (Duh!) A few years later he gets a note from God in his mailbox asking Mack to meet God at the shack where Missy was murdered. The meat of the book is what he learns about God at the shack.

I thought it somewhat New Age, but the story I found seductive, and hope it does not lead anyone astray.

I found a review on Amazon.com that expresses my doubts about the book.

748 of 1,110 people found the following review helpful:
This is THE book for you, IF..., October 24, 2007
Michael Burton - See all my reviews
This review is from: The Shack (Paperback) To the many 5 star reviewers, may I respectfully ask you to step back, take a deep breath, and then give this book a second look, viewing it only through the prism of Scripture? Upon sober reflection, perhaps you will discern that this IS an amazing book and THE book for you if, and only if...

You want to recreate God in your own image; You find Isaiah's portrayal of a holy God seated upon His throne to be a disturbing image;

You would prefer to metaphorically cast God the Father as a loving and large black woman named "Papa," Jesus as a laid back and friendly Middle Eastern man, and the Holy Spirit as a calm and cool Asian woman;

You want a God so small that you and she/he/she can just hang out together as best buddies;

You regard the Bible as an extremely biased, narrow-minded, and insufficient revelation of God in leather binding with "guilt edges" (page 65);

You therefore believe that God talks to people today, and that whatever she or he says to people trumps biblical truth (page 66);

You believe that God is never to be feared (page 90);

You believe that Jesus' miracles do not affirm Him as God, but prove only "that Jesus is truly human" (page 99);

You want a God who does not hold people accountable for, nor punishes sin (page 119);

You want a God who does not demand that you submit to him or her, but one who submits to YOU (page 145);

You want a God who accepts everyone -- "Buddhists...Muslims, bankers and bookies" -- as his or her children no matter what their beliefs or behavior, and that Jesus has "no desire to make them Christian" (page 223);

You believe that Jesus lied when He warned, "Broad is the road that leads to destruction" (Matthew 7:13), because in The Shack Jesus says, "Most roads don't lead anywhere."

Make no mistake... 90% of this book is spot on. But isn't that exactly what makes its 10% error so insidiously deadly? Look, we can allegorize many things, but we don't mess with the Trinity. This book is a Trojan horse subtly infiltrating the Christian community -- one that makes our God extremely small and completely manageable, a God who, in the final analysis, is no God at all.
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