After reading the Shack, I thought I would search the woods for a real shack that looked like the one on the cover. It took me three days to find it. When I walked in, I felt the urge to "dance in the spirit". Two seconds later, the roof fell on me. When I emerged from my coma, I felt warm inside. Then I realized I was covered with an electric blanket. What do you make of this? Should I write a book to my children about what happened?
Your spiritual nephew,
Willie "Dryrot" Elderman
It would be better for you just to read the Bible! And don't worry about writing a book for your children...I have already done that. It's a pop-up book entitled, "Michael Horton Hears a Who".
Just rest up and try not to ever dance again.