All in all, since I viewed the movie as fiction, there were no mind-blowing revelations hidden in the plot for me. However, I do have to admit the story has made me think, but not about the writer’s artistic choice—or purposefully rebellious choice (I don’t know which to believe)—of genders or ethnicities for the Trinity, or whether he was trying to rewrite Biblical truths. Nor have I been pondering the above-mentioned themes. Instead, I was struck by the visual symbolisms in the movie, none of which I've read in other reviewers comments I perused.
The protagonist of The Shack is Mack Phillips, a Christian man who had a pretty abusive life as a child and who, after enduring physical abuse by his alcoholic father, kills his parent with a dose of strychnine put into Dad’s whiskey bottle. In spite of his rocky childhood, Mack knows God, but perhaps not as well as he could. But after the brutal death of his youngest daughter he blames himself, and God, for what happened. Mack is falling apart. The faith he had is failing fast. His marriage is in trouble, his family is floundering, and he’s hurting so bad he can’t see what’s happening around him.
At one point in the story Mack is following a man through a cold, snow-covered forest. As they trek through the frozen landscape it changes, becoming green, lush, and flower-covered. Mack stops on the edge of the snow’s boundary, and looks back into the cold, harsh landscape, then at the disappearing back of the man he’s following into the warm, green forest. The chasm between where he was and where he’s going.
Her debut inspiration romantic suspense, The Nun and the Narc, from Soul Mate Publishing was an ACFW Genesis Finalist, a 2014 EPIC finalist, and the winner of the 2014 Beverly Hills Book Award and the 2014 RONE Award