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The Shack movie: improvements?

January 4, 2018

Maybe some people have recently had the DVD of the ‘The Shack’ for Christmas? I saw the film last year, wrote up these thoughts and shelved them because they are long. Maybe they will help someone?

Seeing The Shack on screen is more vivid than reading the book.  All that is great about the portrayal of the Trinity is clearer. Not so good elements are clearer too. Some of the resolution comes too easily. Jesus and the ‘hero’ Mac, whose daughter Missy has been abducted, abused and murdered, run across a lake. They skim the surface unbelievably. More plunging the depths is needed: the depths of Mac’s anger, the depths of the pain taken on by Jesus, the depths of the many-formed self-giving of the Holy Spirit.

What different scenes could there have been..? Here are some…

1

Jesus entices Mac into his workshop with the lure of a tool that Mack has always wanted to use. Inside Mac finds the beginnings of a child-size coffin. Mac’s fury is unleashed. Accusing Jesus of planning his daughter’s death as some sick sacrifice, of standing by while little children suffer unimaginably, of punishing people by taking away their most precious treasure, Mac smashes and rips and pounds all that he can. Tools and nails and splintered wood fly around the workshop, glass shatters into blood-letting shards.

Jesus comes close to Mac, so that some of Mac’s blows fall on him. Jesus stands between Mac and a shattering window so that the shards shed Jesus’ blood. Angels appear and disappear, wings protecting Mac from his own violence, giving Jesus no protection. Jesus winces and cries out in pain as he is wounded.

Mac’s huge wave of anger subsides; his energy drained. He looks at the devastation around him. He reaches for a sharply splintered section of wood and tries to cut himself. Sometimes he succeeds. Sometimes Jesus manages to place his hand under Mac’s cutting hand. Again Jesus bleeds, clearly in pain. The wounds in Jesus mirror the wounds in Mac.

‘What are you doing?’ sneers Mac.

‘What are you doing?’ says Jesus calmly.

‘You think pretending to be the victim, not the judge, will win me over?’ spits back Mac. ‘You’re the punisher, you’re the one who sees all and holds it all against us. You wanted Missy dead to punish me for my killing. If you think that’s the way to get me to beg for forgiveness, think again!’

Jesus looks calmly at Mac. ‘I don’t make that connection. Trust me. The enemy is the stealer, the killer, the destroyer. I am with you for your good. Do you want me to stay?’

Mac is quiet. Eventually he nods. ‘I don’t understand but there’s something good about having you around.’

‘Thanks.’ Replies Jesus warmly, sounding relieved. ‘And you can be forgiven, when you’re ready. Healing can come, when you want it. I’m not sure you want it yet.’

‘Just when I thought I was comfortable with you…’ says Mac a little exasperated. He shakes his head. ‘Give me some time.’

‘There’s a bed for you in Papa’s house. Come on, I’ll take you.’

2

The following morning Mac meets Papa at breakfast.

‘It’s tough when you child dies,’ says Papa warmly.

Mac looks back with some anger still but now tired.

‘How many children do you have?’ asks Papa.

‘Three, or … What kind of a question is that?’

‘And how many of your children have been hurt bad?’

‘You’re supposed to know everything.’

‘How many children do I have?.. Do you think I’m so different to you? And how many of my children have been hurt bad?.. You’ve been furious. Yeah, we know all about that! When we want to take the attackers’ children and have them torn limb from limb in front of their eyes. When we want them to burn with pain outside and inside so they feel what they have done.’

Mac looks up, surprised.

‘They’re not just your thoughts, Mac. We know! How many children’s tears rip into our heart?’

Mac holds his head in his hands.

‘Mac,’ says Papa gently, reaching out to touch his hands. ‘We want to make it better. Just like you. Make it better for your kids, for all the kids, even the grown-up ones. How does hurting someone who has hurt someone make it better?’

Mac relaxes, collapses ‘OK, OK! You win.’

‘And how can you heal someone who doesn’t want to be healed; they just want someone else to hurt?’

‘I guess you let them do some hurting and wait for them to want it to be made better…’

3

Mac goes back to his room. He hears a groaning, a yearning, an anguishing cry beyond words. He searches for where this sound comes from. The Holy Spirit is bent double, clutching her belly. Her hands and arms are cut, bleeding, like Jesus’ hands and arms.

Mac grimaces at the sound, shaking his head, trying to distance himself. But as he walks away, there is an even more piercing shriek. Mac turns round quickly his mouth gaping open. He echoes the cry.

After that cry, Mac tries to pull himself together, but tears are beginning to fall. His tears mirror the tears of the Holy Spirit, her tears mirror his. Gradually he lets go and echoes the groaning of the Spirit.

The Holy Spirit echoes Mac and also begins to look more like him. Together they weep and cry and groan and shout.

The wave of anguish ebbs away.

‘You do know. You do feel.’ Mac shakes his head in wonder. ‘I always thought you were impervious to feeling.’

The Holy Spirit shakes her head, still looking like Mac. ‘Love always feels. We never stop feeling.’

‘Thank you,’ says Mac wiping his eyes and sinking back exhausted. ‘That does feel a little better.’

‘We want to make it better.’

Mac smiles ‘I’ve heard that somewhere before.’

‘For all our children? The Holy Spirit now looks more like the Father. ‘Will you let us make it better?’

Mac nods, a tired but definite deep nod. ‘Yes. I want it made better too.’

‘You don’t want someone else to hurt?’

Mac shakes his head, tired and definite again. ‘Not now.’

‘Come here!’ invites the Holy Spirit with great motherly warmth. As Mac comes to her, her arms become huge wings with golden feathers and he rests and sleeps like a little child. The Holy Spirit becomes a great dove hovering, brooding, over Mac. Angels come with bright glittery clouds which they gently pour into Mac’s head. His forehead seems to glitter a little from inside as his eyelids move rapidly. The Holy Spirit bends down and kisses Mac’s head. ‘Sweet dreams Mac!’

4

Mac awakes and goes out for a walk. He sees Jesus a little way off and goes to join him.

‘Man! How do you do it?’ Mac asks in wonder. ‘I’m not the same and, you know, I am sorry now. Sorry for smashing up your shed. So sorry for… killing… my Dad. It didn’t make anything better, did it? Only worse.’

Jesus smiles at Mac. ‘Thank you. That’s a great gift. Is there anything else you want to give me?’

Mac looks a little nervous.

‘Just that while you’re in apologising mood, you might like to add something?’

‘Yeah. Why not?’ The camera moves away so that Mac and Jesus are further away and their voices soon cannot be heard. ‘I’m sorry I’ve ignored my daughter. I wasn’t making it better for her either…’

The sunlight moves, indicating that a couple of hours have passed. Jesus stands in front of Mac as the camera moves in again. Jesus holds out his hands showing his nail-wounds. He smiles. ‘Peace be with you, Mac. You are forgiven.’ He looks Mac in the face and nods. Then he takes a deep breath, fills his lungs, throws back his head. ‘YOU ARE FORGIVEN!’ Jesus proclaims, his voice reverberating around the tress and buildings. Mac stands buffeted and buttressed by the sound as in a strong wind. Jesus then leans in close to Mac and adds, more quietly. ‘And you always will be!’

‘Come and see!’ says Jesus excitedly, taking Mac’s arm. They go to Jesus’ shed. Angels, hundreds of angels, are just leaving, Huge bright beings, some with wings, some like people, some shafts of light, broad or fine, many with workman’s tools.

‘They’re good at their work for us’ says Jesus. The shed has been transformed. The broken glass has become fresh diamond insets, the broken wood has become part of an intricate pattern of jagged and rounded shapes. The whole place is larger than before and more intricate and also more useful, with more space for work of different kinds.

‘I did that, and you did that!’ Mac exclaims in awe.

‘We want to make it better. We can make it better. When you let us.’

Now Mac sees and meets his father. Now Mac sees Missy in her field, with Jesus and with her grandfather.

5

Another morning, another breakfast is finishing. Plates show remains of barbequed fish. A charcoal barbeque is close by, one last fish still on it.

Papa leans back contentedly. ‘Mac, we’d love you to stay, but we’d love you to love a little more.’

Mac looks puzzled.

‘Why don’t you three go for a walk?’ invites Papa cheerily and firmly.

Jesus and the Holy Spirit stand up and invite Mac to join them. ‘OK!’ Mac says, a little puzzled but happy.

As they walk along the Holy Spirit becomes a dove, or like a dove, again, hovering over them. They reach the lake where there is a small sail boat. Jesus steps in and invites Mac to join him. The Holy Spirit fades and becomes faint. We can just make out her wings, now very large and fanning. A wind from the Holy Spirit blows the boat along.

‘Faster?’ asks Jesus.

‘You bet!’ replies Mac.

The wind rips into the sail and the boat takes off at a perilous angle. Jesus and Mac yell and yelp as they career along, pulling ropes, leaning out, laughing in the spray.

‘Where are we going?’ shouts Mac.

‘Haha!’ shouts Jesus back. ‘It’s up to her!’

The boat veers and turns and speeds forward and calms to pottering before speeding up again.

‘Enough already!’ yells Mac at last. The wind calms down.

‘Man, am I hot!’ exclaims Mac.

‘Shower?’ asks Jesus.

‘I could do with a full body cool wash!’ laughs Mac.

The Holy Spirit is back over them, now like a cloud. A gentle shower begins to fall on Mac and on Jesus. Mac tilts his head back to receive the water on his face. ‘Man, that is so sweet!’

‘More?’ asks Jesus. Mac nods.

The water starts coming a little more strongly. ‘More?’ asks Jesus. Mac nods. A few times until Mac is standing under a great torrent, his body moving sensuously taking pleasure in the flowing waterfall.

‘Enough already!’ yells Mac. Jesus slaps him on the back with approval.

‘How do you get dry in this place?’ asks Mac.

‘Like everything,’ replies Jesus happily. ‘You ask. Anything. Try it!’

‘Hey! You!’ Mac turns to the cloud-Holy-Spirit above him. ‘Can I have a towel please?’

The cloud flattens out, becomes white and fluffy and comes down, wrapping itself around Mac.

‘How many wows can you give a guy?’ asks Mac in wonder, clutching his perfect towel, now bathrobe.

‘More than you can ask or imagine!’ shouts Jesus and gives Mac a high five.

Jesus sits down on the grass. Mac sits beside him. ‘If you go,’ says Jesus, ‘you can go with me with you, and with her.’ The bathrobe lifts off Mac and becomes the female Holy Spirit again.

Mac looks puzzled. ‘You’ll have to look. It’s a bit murky there, you know. You’ll see me but blurry, like a reflection in the body of a beat up old car. I won’t be as bright as many other things. You’ll have to keep looking. But I’ll be there. With you. Always.’

‘And her?’ Mac gestures towards the Holy Spirit.

‘Who does she look like?’ asks Jesus.

Mac turns and looks intently, puzzling it out. We see his face, looking. ‘She looks like you!’ Mac exclaims. The Holy Spirit has indeed changed to look like a more female version of Jesus.

‘That’s who she is really,’ affirms Jesus. ‘And now?’

Mac looks again, moving his head to the left, to the right, quizzical. As though he can’t quite make out what he’s seeing.

‘Does she look like me?’ asks Mac tentatively. The Holy Spirit has indeed changed to look like a kinder, wiser, younger Mac.

‘Why does she want to look like me?’ asks Mac with some self-disdain.

‘So she can fit into you,’ says Jesus calmly, seriously, nodding affirmation. ‘She will be with you, she will be in you. OK?’

Mac looks bemused. ‘How?’

‘Take her in!’ commands Jesus, then more loudly: ‘Take her in!’

Jesus blows hard on Mac. At the same time the Holy Spirit becomes a cloud, moving swiftly, darting round Mac, brushing past him, returning under him, swirling. His hair moves as blown by a strong wind.

‘Don’t let her just pass by. Take her IN!’ shouts Jesus. He sucks in a great gulp of air. Mac does the same. His cheeks puff out. He looks tense. Then he swallows. A couple more sucks and swallows.

Mac starts giggling. ‘Ye-hu, ye-hu, ye-hi-hu!’ He laughs. ‘It’s like tickling, but it’s warm! It’s so weird! And so good! Ye-hu, ye-hu, ye-hi-hu! Ye-ha, ye-ha, ye-hi ha. Yee hah!’ Mac falls over laughing. ‘I’m burning, man! I’m burning! Man!’

‘Yeah,’ nods Jesus with a broad grin. ’She fits, you know. And she brings gifts. The fire’s good. Real good. Wait till you have the living water, or the dove, or  the oil. Man! That oil is so GOOD! More than you can ask or imagine eh?’

Mac, still laughing nods. ‘Too true! Man! So GOOD!’

‘Enjoy the pictures, enjoy the nudges, enjoy the surprising thoughts. She’ll lead you into everything you need to know. She’ll guide you every step of the way. She will not leave you nor forsake you.’

Mac calms down to chuckling. ‘You mean I get to keep this?’

‘You get to keep the Holy Spirit. You just keep asking, keep taking her in. And you get to keep me. You just keep looking. Now…’ Jesus pauses to gain Mac’s full attention. ‘Are you ready to go back and do some loving?’

‘I need to do something with all this!’ Mac shouts, waving his hands in front of his belly and up to his chest and out around him. ‘This isn’t just for me is it? This is for sharing, for making things better.’

‘You got it!’ exclaims Jesus. ‘Are you ready to go back and do some loving? Are you ready to love patiently, when they think you’re just a weirdo and keep their distance or drive you out of your job and your town? Are you ready to love in tears when the pain is almost unbearable? Are you ready to love all the selfish and nasty people? Are you ready Mac?’

Mac holds up one hand, to ask a question. Jesus nods.

‘What about Papa? Do I go without Papa?’

‘Papa is in me with you. Papa is in the Holy Spirit in you. Papa is closer than the sky. Papa is not far, not far at all!’

‘Thank you.’ Mac beams at Jesus. He holds out his hands in front of him in surrender to Jesus. ‘I’ll go.’

‘As Papa sent me, so I send you!’ Jesus speaks calmly and with great authority.

Mac wakes up in his crashed car, wincing in deep pain, but also chuckling a little.

Roger Harper

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Jacob: The Full Story on the way to publication? 27 July

July 27, 2017

Jacob’s life story: feeling weak, cheating, lying, stealing, loving, acquiring, losing, mistrusting, letting go, blessing. A tale of men, women and angels, of wrestling between the sexes, between men, between God and man. A tale of the promises of God, the limits of God, the strange and subtle workings of God. A tale of family, favouritism, fear, fury. A tale of what it means to be human and what it means to be Jewish.

 ‘Jacob – The Full Story’ is the exact Bible story, filled out.

Draft words for the back cover of my next book, I hope

Many people know that Jacob dreamed of a ladder to heaven. Most do not know the message of that dream and whether Jacob heeded it. Many people know that Jacob cheated his twin brother, Esau, out of his blessing. Most do not know whether or how they were ever reconciled. Many people know that Jacob wrestled with God. Most do not know why God was determined to put Jacob on the ground. Many people know that Jacob had his name changed to Israel, Most do not know how Jacob connived in the first genocide. Many people know that Jacob gave his son Joseph an amazing coat. Most do not know how Jacob angered Joseph in blessing his sons. Many people know that Jacob was promised blessing in the land we know as Israel / Palestine. Most do not know how he came to die an alien in Egypt.

As well as recounting and explaining the lesser-known times in Jacob’s life, Jacob – The Full Story, portrays his thoughts and feelings, his conversations with others, and background to the Bible account. Jews have long filled out their Bible stories in a tradition called Midrash. Myjewishlearning.com explains: ‘Midrash is commonly defined as the process of interpretation by which the rabbis filled in “gaps” found in the Torah. It is a literature that seeks to ask the questions that lie on the tips of our tongues, and to answer them even before we have posed them.’

Draft beginning of the Introduction.

To find a Publisher, first find an Agent. Publishers won’t read manuscripts from writers, only from Agents. Finding a Book Agent is now a challenge.

Agenthunter.co.uk offers help. (https://www.agenthunter.co.uk/) The website contains details of many UK Book Agents, searchable according to the kind of book you are writing. Jacob: The Full Story can fall into categories of adult fiction, historical fiction, romance, religion. Searching accordingly gave me many names. A good start.

A closer look showed that some of the Agents Hunted do not accept unsolicited manuscripts. Some were not even interested in fiction. The searching and the Agent info was not as fine-tuned as I had expected. I was given a long list of names to work through, with little to choose between them.

First on the list, though, was an Agent more likely than most. Some serendipitous coincidences. Her company says ‘no unsolicited…’ but she is quoted as encouraging writers to make bold approaches. Using AgentHunter was helpful. And it was a free trial on the understanding that I would write about it on my blog.

Suddenly, though, my plans were unexpectedly, happily, diverted. A cousin gave me money for Freedom From Torture, the UK charity caring for victims of torture. I used some of the money to go to their ‘Big Street Feast’ at BAFTA, Piccadilly, in June, intending to use the rest on other events of theirs. The Feast turned out to include an Auction. The Auction turned out to include a couple of Writing Workshops with Tracy Chevalier, author of Girl With A Pearl Earring and others. The winning bid turned out to be the amount I had left of my cousin’s money. Tracy will help with Jacob: The Full Story.

Smiley face. Very smiley face.

Roger Harper