My rating: 5 of 5 stars
The church was constructed in the 1860s under the guidance
of Reverend Wendell McFall. His sermons declared the existence of God’s Second Son- whose mission is to undo all of Jesus’ work on Earth. McFall had the church painted red to summon the First Son to defeat the Second. But when he sacrificed a child to support his rantings, his congregation hung him from the rafters of his own sanctuary…
What’s truly terrifying about The Red Church is how true to life it is. Take away the supernatural element to this story, take away the blood, guts, and ghosts, and you’ve still got one hell of a horror story. The author has so accurately described the slow seduction of the congregants, their wilful joining of the twisted “church” and their easy acceptance of its horrors and crimes. Even to us, the readers, what the Preacher is spewing is just so damn reasonable, how can you not believe it, and take it as truth?
“He’d always wondered how people could be so stupid as to fall in with anybody so obviously insane. Now he knew the kind of odd power and charisma that could totally pull the wool over people’s eyes, power that could make them forget their own hopes and hearts and even humanity.”
An expertly woven tale, riveting from beginning to end. Yes, this book revolves around religion, and faith, and Jesus, but it’s presented in a way that’s 100% relevant to the story, not in a preachy, shove-it-down-your-throat sort of way, nor is the story disrespectful of Christianity. I look forward to reading the rest of the series.
No matter what happened from here on in, he knew he wasn’t alone. Because when Jesus came into your heart, He signed a lifetime contract with a no-trade clause. Ronnie wished someone had told him how simple it was, that you didn’t need Preacher Staymore or an angel or even Dad to tell you God was right there all the time.