Laugh along with Plass

I've tried three times to get into The Shack.  I gave up when God was based on Rusty Lee and the Holy Spirit was Willo the Wisp.  Sorely disappointed that a book so hammed up to be good was so wrong, wrong, wrong on many levels, which is a shame because the foreword is excellent.

So, I've returned to my favourite Christian author - the one and only Adrian Plass. 

At the moment I'm laughing my way through Bacon Sandwiches and Salvation.

When I've finished that, I'm going to re-read the two books that made me laugh until I cried. The Sacred Diary of Adrian Plass and The Horizontal Epistles of Andromeda Veal.

At the moment I can't cope with anything heavy or intellectual.  My brain is on hiatus for a bit.