The Shack by WM. Paul Young
Many of you have read it. Most of you have probably heard me talk about it. It is the story of a man, Mack, whose
young daughter is abducted and murdered. Several years later, Mack finds himself at an
abandoned shack where he meets with God, in each of the three persons - Papa,
Jesus and the embodiment of the Holy Spirit Sarayu. Throughout the book, Mack get the opportunity to ask God all
of the hard questions that most of us
dream of being able to ask. God,
in one of the three personas, is patient with Mack, answering all of his
questions in a variety of ways, helping Mack to understand and learn.
I read it for the first time while I was working at Camp
EWALU during the summer of 2008.
Since that time, I have read it twice more. Every time I read it, I find something I hadn’t before. The way I understand it, respond to it
and learn from it changes every time depending on what I need to understand,
hear and learn.
Before... |
While my copy of the book didn’t make it to Palestine
with me, I have recently been thinking about it a lot. In particular I have
been thinking about one chapter in the book, in which Mack is working in a
garden with Sarayu. When they
enter the garden, Mack notes that the garden is a mess but together, over the
next several hours, they work to clear out a part of the garden. They do the hard work of pulling weeds,
cutting branches digging up roots and turning soil, all in preparation for
something new to be planted. While they worked Mack questions Sarayu about
good/evil, independence and God’s role in the world.
...and After |
I have been thinking a lot about this passage over the
past few weeks as I have been spending a fair amount of time working with my
secondary placement, Paidia International Development as they work
to get their leadership center ready for the ESL Adventure Camp
that will start in a few short days.
To get it ready, we have been pulling weeds, putting a rock wall
together, painting new offices, and doing general maintenance work. It has meant a fair amount of hot hours
in the sun, and some days of slow progress but with each day we are moving
forward, getting closer to being ready for the summer program.
As Mack and Sarayu finish their time together in the
garden the following conversation takes place:
“Mackenzie,
you are such a delight”
“I
didn’t do that much, really,” he apologized. “I mean, look at this mess.” His
gaze moved over the garden that surrounded them. “But it really is beautiful,
and fully of you, Sarayu. Even
though it seems like lots of work still needs to be done, I feel
strangely at home and comfortable here.”
The
two looked at each other.
Sarayu
stepped toward him until she had invaded his personal space. “And well you should, Mackenzie,
because this garden is your soul.
This mess is you! Together, you and I, we have been working with a
purpose in your heart. To you it
seems like a mess, but to me, I see a perfect pattern emerging and growing and
alive—a living fractal.”
The
impact of her words almost crumbled all of Mack’s reserve. He looked again at their garden---his
garden---and it really was a mess, but incredible and wonderful at the same
time.
(pg 138)
Pulling weeds that tend to bite back when you try to pull them |
As I have been pulling weeds at Paidia’s leadership
center, I have been thinking a lot about Mack’s time in the garden with
Sarayu. Together, they were
working on clearing the weeds out of his soul, so that new things could be
planted.
In many ways, my year here in Palestine has been much
like Mack’s time in the garden with Sarayu. I have spent the year pulling weeds and planting new flowers
all while asking a lot of questions about life, justice and faith. It has meant a lot of hours of
wrestling and hard work and some days of slow progress, but each day I am
moving forward. As I look at
the garden of my soul, I notice the mess that it is, but throughout this year I
have been constantly reminded that even if I can’t see it, Papa, Jesus and
Sarayu are “working with a purpose” to create beauty and growth.
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