When I was a kid my parents bought me a Rubik's Cube. The thing looked so simple, keep all the blue squares on the blue side, green squares on the green side, orange on the orange side, and so on. Yet after I made a few wrong turns, what looked simple became very difficult. I tried to get it right, but the more I worked the messier it got, so eventually I gave up and tossed the cube.
As a child, Christianity seemed pretty simple too. I remember doing something really bad and asking my mom what I needed to do to go to Heaven. She said, "Ask Jesus to forgive you." That sounded easy enough, so I did. But then came the teenage years. After several wrong turns, things got really complicated. Christianity became a constant struggle to be right, do right, get right, and make it right. I would get really disgusted with sin and pick up the God Cube. I worked really hard. My intentions were sincere. I would do well for a while, but eventually the fight got the best of me. The madness of doing the right stuff and not doing the wrong stuff was driving me insane. Like the Rubik's Cube, I tossed it all aside and said, "There's no way!"
Then one day...
This is a book about Heaven. It's a book about Hell. This is a book about the one thing Jesus came to do. He came to take a complicated religious order and simplify everything.