Saturday, December 1, 2012


It took me several years before finally surrendering to other’s reviews of “The Shack” and then discovering another “Joan of Arcadia” approach to the Godhead didn’t really offend me all that much. My theology is Biblically grounded, yet flexible enough to at least consider truth is bigger than what I hold in my head, that statement, indeed, what is on my mind this Saturday morning. “Crossroads” is the latest work out there by the above author. It caught my eye while shopping in Sam’s the other day and the storyline, thus far, has me amused as well as deep in thought. In this one, the spirit of a man in a coma is somehow transposed by the Creator, allowing him to “exist” within other people, not in the sense of actually becoming that particular person, but in a sort of being able to see through their eyes and, at the same time, maintain communication with them. Crazy, I know; yet it speaks to me of what we, as believers, do claim to possess in Christ: God’s Holy Ghost alive within us, in our “belly”, however, not in our head. Indeed, it is this gift, given us through Calvary and the Resurrection, that is, for me, anyhow, the crux of the Gospel. Exactly what that equates to across the doctrinal spectrum of the Church as a whole varies, no doubt; but, for this old man, the “anointing” which comes to me in prayer, in worship, and in witnessing has an identity. It is the Third “Person” of the Trinity. While there has been, two or three times in the last forty years, an audible voice and, on occasion, that still, small, inner utterance usually given question as to its source, mostly what we share is a relationship governed by both my thirst for and my willingness to allow a “fusion” between us. Deep calleth unto deep on either end of the spectrum. That doesn’t make me holy, nor does it mark me as anyone special. It just comes with the Covenant……


  1. My suspicious nature keeps me from reading anything that is so over-the-top popular; just not a joiner-type I guess. However, I'd told myself that if a copy of The Shack fell into my lap, I would read it. One Christmas, two copies did just that so I finally did read it.

    It was okay; no big surprises. Nice enough little book but not a re-read for me.

    Actually, I got to really like Joan of Arcadia because of its writing.

    1. I own both seasons of the Arcadia series, liking both it and "The Shack" even though my own "gut" doesn't see God, Himself, "transmorphing" into different versions of humanity. Could He? Why not? This new one by the Shack's author reminds me of C.S. Lewis in a way, the tale woven around a sort of "limbo" existence this fellow knows as he lies dying in a coma. An okay read. My inner man prefers spelunking with the Word for a steady diet.

  2. I suppose he could "transmorph" if he wanted to, right? But he knows that he'd have to hit me over the head so I'd notice as I can certainly be as "dull" as Peter.