My 3 Absolutely Irrefutable Truths About Rob Bell
Controversial pastor, Rob Bell, has raised a lot of evangelical eyebrows and received a lot of praise and/or condemnation over his new book: Love Wins: A Book About Heaven, Hell, and the Fate of Every Person Who Ever Lived. Christian websites and bloggers are abuzz over this book. Many speak of his great and majestic presentation of the grace of God. Others charge him with heresy.
Here’s my take on Rob Bell and his book:
3 Irrefutable Truths
1) I’ve never met Rob Bell. I’ve never attended his church, never sat across a table with a cup of coffee, never talked with him on the phone. Like most of the people writing about what motivates him, where he’s coming from, the psychology of his message, etc. I have no idea what’s going on in his heart or mind.
2) I’ve never read Rob Bell. Not one word. Not a blog, a sermon transcript, or any of his books. Like too many of the “experts” writing about the content of his teachings and writings, if I wrote something about him, it would be based on secondary evidence and judgements of others–either his fans or his detractors.
3) I’m going to keep my mouth shut about Rob Bell.
There you go. Those are my three “points” on Rob Bell.
That’s what I can be sure of.
Come on, Christian community. Breathe through your nose.
Question: Am I the only one tired of experts warning me against every new book that comes out as if I don’t have the Holy Spirit to teach me, a church to relate to, and the Bible to inform me?
A Logistical Nightmare
Maybe the best way to know if you’re a legalist is to ask someone who will tell you the truth. The problem with that is that most legalists come from a legalistic, fortress church culture that is dedicated to sameness and hiddenness and discourages honesty.
They were the most discouraging and surprising enemies of our revival, the Jesus Movement of the 60s and 70s. They surprised us because they were embedded in the church. They discouraged us because they attacked us for being…us. We were the long-haired, huarache-sandaled radicals who fell in love with Jesus. They were the buttoned-down, Brylcreemed up, wing-tipped pew sitters who were more in love with church than they were with Jesus.
Every time I talk or write about legalists, church folk get uneasy…even testy. Their charge is always the same, “But these people are good Christians, just a little narrow.”


