Have you read the shack?

So I just finished The Shack By William Young. Great book, really I haven't felt this way about a book since I read Blue Like Jazz. I will not tell too much about it other than it talks about conversations with God, in three persons, and how those conversations effect the main charachter Mack. Truly go get it and read it all of you. If you have read it, lets talk. I desire conversaitons about it and all the odd things that it brings up. The thing I liked best about it was the idea of living in relationships that were circular, everything revolving around the relationship. People only caring about people nothing else, but living with God in a relationship, and handling their earthly relationships in the same way, as God would, and intended us to do. Any how read the book then we will chat. Seriouly read the damn book.

Cancerous

I am not very happy. A good friend of mine has what appears to be , no final word yet, several tumors all over his body. I am pissed frankly, on several fronts really. One, his wife and mine are really good friends and my wife has spent the last three days caring for her and their three children. Two, I help my friend out at the church, our church, where he is the youth pastor, so I volunteer my time and for three weeks I have been running the middle school ministry on Wednesdays. Three, I feel like I have to figure so much out that I was not planning on just three days ago. Four, I am pissed that I am so damn selfish sometimes. You see, I have know several people with cancer, from an uncle that I actually never met, to a grandmother that I dearly loved, to family friends that have just died two years ago, if that. And I still can't wrap my head around the disease, and the effect it has on people. I mean there are guys like Lance Armstrong defeating it, and yet there are millions more that don't. It seems so indiscriminate, I mean my friend is 37, young and healthy, strong and smart. Yet God obviously has something better in mind, yet I can't figure it out. Which leads me to what I am most angry about. Life is not a play about me with you all as supporting actors. Why am I so frustrated by this disease. Because it doesn't fit into my plans. I don't want the hassle of helping a friend out in a dark, dark hour. I have better things to do, but I know that this is just a small episode in time. Not my time really. Not my Play. Not my story. I just ask that prayers be said for Eric, and me regardless of what I have in mind, it is really not up to me to decide. Thanks for listening...............