Thursday, April 28, 2011

Hated it

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.


  1. And what shall the next topic be for you to discuss on here? :-)

  2. I'm actually going to be writing about the beauty of repentance. At least, that's my plan. I may write about Ezekiel or Israel. :-)

  3. Well I didn't know you had a blog!
    What I appreciate is that you wanted to come to the defense of a person, not just throw your hat into the tennis volley of commentary. You sought out the matter for yourself, ate the peas and, a stomach ache? :)

  4. Thanks for your candid opinion, Dawn. I give you credit for deciding for yourself, fully armed with with you know you believe in, rather than joining a mocking choir (or, for that matter, a praising one) without the facts. Good for you.