“It’s just a movie.”
“Take off your ‘religious glasses’ and just enjoy the spiritual experience.”
These are several comments I’ve read from those who defend The Shack.
If I wore religious glasses I’d have to take them off so I could weep.
Have you ever reached the place where you know that nothing you say matters anymore? To realize that there’s no way to open the eyes of those who refuse to see? When you hit that low spot you suffer a sense of helplessness that transcends hopelessness.
That’s where I am.
Those, (and that means both of you) who have read this blog for the past five years know that I have spoken out in as many ways I know how to pull words together against the slow poison of New Age and how so close to the real deal it is those without discernment cannot see just how counterfeit it truly is. Since I have run out of words and, for that matter, tears, I am going to share a link to a 40 minute sermon from someone who says it all in the clearest of language.
I share this in this quiet place to all but in this era of attraction to the siren call of good for goodness sake, my heart is hurting knowing that it’s really just for those with eyes to see and ears to hear.
If you have even a grain of doubt, a tiny catch in your gut, watch this. What’s 40 minutes? If you are satisfied that God doesn’t care what we fill ourselves up with, then ignore this warning. But know this - the five foolish virgins were not pagans but believers who were too busy with distractions to keep their lamps filled. They were told, “I never knew you.”
I'll say this one more time - get it or don't.