I have an amazing friend in Albany, NY who is a writer. She writes book reviews. I was so excited to embark on reading, Love Wins, since I was writing my first one. I started to read. First, I went into the book knowing that all Rob Bell books have bored me. I love his Nooma videos, but can't get through his books. It's like struggling to eat a can of peas, knowing I hate peas. Yet, I eat them one at a time, at a time, at at time. I struggle to swallow. I'm then relieved it's over and then do it again. Yes, that is how reading Rob Bell's books are for me.
So, I'm not finishing Love Wins! There, I said it! My first attempt at a book review was a fail. Although I did tell my dear writer friend that my review simply is: hated it. She liked my simple review, so in some ways it was a win.
What disturbed me and caused me to want to write a review is that there seemed to be so much hatred for a person. The person of Rob Bell. Our brother. Our fellow pioneer of the faith. A lover of Jesus. An author. An American. A father. A son. A pastor. A Christian. A person who is misguided. We were talking about him being a heretic yet acting the opposite of 1 Corinthians 13. "If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal."
We were gongs.
We were cymbals.
Check out this blog by Perry Noble. This sums up my thoughts on Love Wins.
