A pleasant Sunday afternoon for reading. Lauren's here doing laundry (David and Bekah at work), and Dave and Jo are coming up for the yummy dinner Cindi prepared - two sorts of lasagna, green beans sautéed, some biscuits. I've gotten the fire pit prepared with some of last year's Christmas tree for kindling - we figured the cool evening would be perfect to enjoy a bit of outside time.
The afternoon reading time has been spent with *The Shack.* Jim gave me his copy to read. It's got some horrific confusion on the Trinity; some truly bad theology here and there; still also some insights. At times I'm wondering if Anastasia ghosted the insightful parts of it - except I know she'd not have misspoken so on the Holy Trinity. I fear for those who read such a work and carry away the Christology presented in it as truth. It also strikes me as utterly and typically Protestant that the man is dealt with by God ALONE and not saved in and through the Body of Christ, the Church (about which more than one unkind thing is said). Still, I'm glad I'm reading it. I can understand something of its appeal and popularity.