The Shack
William Paul Young, 2007
Ατμόσφαιρα: ελπίδα, θλίψη και δέος. Μιλά για την πίστη, την κοινωνία και την αγάπη.
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Just because I work incredible good out of unspeakable tragedies doesn’t mean I orchestrate the tragedies. Don’t ever assume that my using something means I caused it or that I need it to accomplish my purposes. That will only lead you to false notions about me. Grace doesn’t depend on suffering to exist, but where there is suffering you will find grace in many facets and colors. Βιβλία με παρόμοια αίσθηση
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- Πώς είναι το «The Shack»;
- Ατμόσφαιρα: ελπίδα, θλίψη και δέος. Μιλά για την πίστη, την κοινωνία και την αγάπη.
- Τι να διαβάσω μετά το «The Shack»;
- Αν σου άρεσε το «The Shack», δοκίμασε «Life of Pi» (Yann Martel), «The Color Purple» (Alice Walker) και «Night Road» (Kristin Hannah).
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What if death is not life's enemy but its jealous lover?
The reason death sticks so closely to life isn’t biological necessity — it’s envy. Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can. But life leaps over oblivion lightly, losing only a thing or two of no importance, and gloom is but the passing shadow of a cloud.
Life of Pi · Yann Martel
Where do you look for God when prayer stops working?
God is inside you and inside everybody else. You come into the world with God. But only them that search for it inside find it. And sometimes it just manifest itself even if you not looking, or don’t know what you looking for. Trouble do it for most folks, I think. Sorrow, lord. Feeling like shit. It? I ask. Yeah, It. God ain’t a he or a she, but a It. But what do it look like? I ask. Don’t look like nothing, she say. It ain’t a picture show. It ain’t something you can look at apart from anything else, including yourself.
The Color Purple · Alice Walker
Time doesn't heal so much as hand you something to wear over the wound.
Maybe time didn’t heal wounds exactly, but it gave you a kind of armor, or a new perspective. A way to remember with a smile instead of a sob.
Night Road · Kristin Hannah
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