Well, I finally picked up a copy of the book everyone’s been raving about. After reading several negative reviews, I had decided that I wouldn’t waste the money, but I kept running across blogs that had nothing but praise for the novel and curiosity got the best of me. That, and I thought perhaps I could put my discernment skills to the test.
So now that I’ve read it, what’s my reaction? I don’t think it’s a story for children. I was quite put off by The Missy Project – and the idea that this book “offers one of the most poignant views of God and how he relates to humanity that has been written in our time.” Seriously? It’s a work of fiction!
Not that it isn’t a good piece of fiction. But therein lies “The Great Sadness.” People are reading this fictional story about a fictional god and claiming that they’re finding within its pages a life-changing experience, a better understanding of God’s love, even a deeper relationship with God. Huh?
Then, when error after error is pointed out, they rush to defend the book, claiming “It is fiction, you know. It wasn’t intended to be a theology book.” Can’t have it both ways, folks.
The author discusses his main character’s theological issues and suggests that “Nobody wanted God in a box, just a book.” How ’bout we slap a dress on him/her, stick her in the kitchen and call her “Papa”? That’ll fix your theological errors. Sno ’nuff.