I had read William Paul Young’s book, “The Shack,” when it was first published, finding it an easy read. In honesty, I was not terrifically impressed with its theological underpinnings and found the story line rather fantastical. However, loads of people were touting its praise. Weeks on the New York Times best seller list and more than 20 million sales would add doubt to the validity of my first impression. Then came the movie, which I have yet to view, bearing additional erosion of my original conviction.