Rob Bell’s Farewell Message to Mars Hill Church

dear mars hiill,

to all the brothers and sisters of this church

to those who have been here from the beginning

who remember the old building, who braved that one?

ten foot wide hallways, clogged shoulder to shoulder

with people leaving the hangar to pick up their children

who had spent the previous hour packed into oxygen

deprived classrooms,

to those who hiked through the snow and slush and

mud that first day to sit on the floor

who idled in long traffic jams to listen to sermons from

the book of Leviticus on blood and guts and fire

and then to those of you who showed up for the first time

last week

to those who have complained for ten years that there’s

no sign out front and heard me respond time and time again

‘yes, but you found it’

to those who were baptized in that nearby lake in those

early days-especially those of you who were baptized that

one sunday when we didn’t know that all of those

hundreds of fish had died earlier that week and washed

up on shore and so before you got baptized, you watched

in horror as your fellow church members wearing waders

collected the dead, rotting fish in black trash bags and cleared

out enough space for you to wade in and celebrate your new life-

and then to those of you who have been baptized in this room,

in an old former mall, standing here soaking wet, surrounded

by friends and family, cheered on by your tribe, not sure how

to put it in words but absolutely convinced that you in some

had tasted heaven on earth

to the young and to the old

to the hunters in your trucks who can’t grill it if you don’t kill it,

to the vegetarians in your prius’ wearing hemp underwear

to those on the right and those on the left

to the Dutch, and to the not much,

to Lions fans and to infidels,

to all of you wherever and however you find yourself-

whatever size, shape, color, perspective, history, and background

you bring to this gathering-

grace and peace to all of you on this day.

kristen and i were out to dinner with some friends in october

for a last meal before we moved. they have been

beloved friends of ours for ten years and at the end of the

meal one of them took out several folded pieces of paper as

she told us that she had written us a letter, which she then read. in

the letter she took us back through our ten years together,

remembering events and people and places and moments we shared, several of which i had forgotten about. many times she

would pause when she read about a particular experience we

had all shared together, and we would look around the table at each other as we found ourselves visiting that day long passed. when she was done, there was not a dry eye around the table. it was a sacred moment. a glimpse of the eternal in the now.

so as i’ve been thinking about my sermon here today, i found

myself returning again and again to the power of a good letter. someone may text you or ping you or email you or direct message you or contact you on facebook-but none of those particular mediums of communication can begin to compare to a letter in which the person has labored over every word, going back over it again and again and again, crafting the phrases and searching for just the right word and turn of phrase to capture exactly what you want to say. technology has given us a wide array of methods to communicate and because of this variety,

it’s important we remember that this is a distinction to be made

between diversity of form

and depth, significance, and soul.

so, i’ve written you a letter.

i’ll start with some thanks,

then a lesson you’ve taught me,

and then some warnings,

and then a confession.

first, then, some thanks.

there is a pattern to the creative process. you start with an idea, a

hunch, an image, a vision, a picture of the thing you want to create.

it may be a business or a painting or a mission or a cause or a

new way to empower people to help themselves or a basic need that is unmet or a song or a new way to landscape your backyard or a product or a project for school or a piece of furniture or a new color for the walls of your downstairs bathroom because you just can’t stand that awful shade of pale mustard that for some

unfathomable reason the previous owners thought looked good.

and so you set out to make it, create it, change it, fashion it, form

it, organize it and arrange it. and it takes something of you. you

have to sweat, exert and expend yourself. you have to gather or

purchase or harvest the materials. you make a plan, you design

it, engineer it, make sketches, have meetings, do research. you

study how others have done similar things.

and then you get at it. as you work away, what was once just an

idea, an abstraction in your mind begins to become a reality. whether it’s wood and nails or words or paint or a new flow of

resources in a new direction, at some point it begins to take

shape. what once existed only in your mind begins to exist in actual

time and space. you can see it, taste it, hold it, admire it. and because it cost something, because it only exists as a result of your

sweat and blood, you have a visceral attachment to it. it came out of you. and when it’s completed, you may be exhausted, spent,

and ready for a rest, but you are exhilarated.

it’s late sunday night and you’ve been painting all weekend

and you’re sitting there on the floor in the hallway outside that downstairs bathroom and you’re exhausted and it took way longer than you expected and you smell and you need a shower and you

have a bit of a buzz from all of those fumes, but you are the king and queen of your empire because those walls are no longer that putrid shade of pale mustard.

they’re magenta.

or cranberry.

or sea foam green.

you have taken part in the mystery at the heart of creation. we’re

here, somehow. our existence itself continues to be a profound

mystery. being itself raises more questions than it

answers. this mystery takes us deep in to the heart of the divine.

when we create, we are participating in that mystery in a

real and tangible way.

this truth about the creative process brings me to you because

you

were

once

an

idea.

this church, this place, this community, was once simply a

hunch. a dream. a vision. a picture in the mind of a new kind of church for the new world we find ourselves in. a church that was fearless in confronting the injustices and systems of oppression that lurk around every corner and at the very same time deeply committed to the personal, intimate experience of following Jesus, of experiencing the joy and peace that transcends space and time. a church that found the stale, old categories of liberal and conservative boring and irrelevant because we’d experienced resurrection, which includes and affirms anything and everything that brings liberating, new life wherever it’s found irrespective of whatever labels and categories it’s been given because of an abiding conviction that the

tomb is,

after all,

empty.

a church where the main thing was actually the main thing.

a church that understood that there is a simplicity on the other side

of complexity, aware of all of the various interpretations

and theological perspectives and complicated systems of thinking

and analyzing and yet with a clear, resolute sense that Jesus is doing something in the world, bringing water to the thirsty, food to the hungry, peace to the restless, presence to the lonely and we are invited to join his movement. that Jesus is ultimately not a

proposition you intellectually assent to but a person you say ‘yes’

to.

what matters then, is your ‘yes.’ with whatever you have, and whatever you don’t have. with whoever and however you are

or aren’t, wherever you’ve come from. what matters is our ‘yes.’

you,

my friends,

through you i have experienced the mysterious joy of creation.

i will never be able to fully, adequately explain what it has been

like to have imagined you, conceived of you-this church-and then have you exist. from those earliest discussions kristen and i would have in our early twenties, eating lunch at the taco bell on colorado boulevard in los angeles, imagining what what a church could be to this very moment, you have brought me the joy of creation.

thank you.

thank you.

thank you.

and then a second thanks.

in september when you learned that i would be leaving you,

for many of you it was like a bomb going off. you didn’t expect it,

you weren’t looking for it, you got an email on a thursday and

on the following sunday you heard it directly from me. i have, since

then, had the chance to personally interact with a large number of you and you have been across the board extraordinarily consistent in your responses, which have been two:

one: grief

and

two: support.

this is significant, and meaningful, for a number of reasons.

first, any change, even if it’s good, is always a form of loss, and loss must be grieved. that’s the only way it works. stuff it, deny it, repress or suppress it and it will come back to a haunt you, it will lurk

in the shadows and it will resurface later.

your grief then, is a sign of health. it demonstrates an awareness

of your interiors, your heart, and your desire to face and embrace

what’s actually going on inside of you.

and then secondly, you have been supportive. at times,

shockingly so, at least from my perspective. some of you only

had that thursday email and still, when you saw me, with no

details, you expressed your grief and then went on to make it

very clear that whatever we would be up to next, you were

cheering us on. this is significant for a number reasons, namely, your belief that God is big and that any movement to share this love

of God with more people is movement in a life giving direction

and that this same big, loving God is fully capable of taking care

of all of us, whether we are together or apart.

a story, to tell you why this means what it does to me.

several years ago there was a well known pastor who openly,

publicly had a number of issues that he was against, both morally

and spiritually and politically. he was loud and outspoken about

these particular issues. it turns out that one of the issues

he was most vocally opposed to was something that he himself

had struggled with and been engaged in for a number of years.

upon this being revealed publicly, his church released him from

his leadership position. shortly after this a friend of mine happened to meet him while visiting the same city and when they began conversing this pastor-in-exile expressed a great deal of stored

up venom for his former church that he had started, venting about how they had shot their wounded and they hadn’t extended him grace and love and all that. he was shocked that they had treated him like they had.

here’s what i find so startling: he was complaining about how they

dealt with him but he’s the one who shaped and taught and

molded them. he merely found himself on the receiving end

of how he had trained them to be. he created and crafted the

system to behave a particular way and then it behaved in that

exact way.

it’s easy to form a circle and pick up stones,

taking turns quoting bible verses the whole time,

ready to unleash those stones on the one who’s guilty-

it’s another thing to be the person standing in the middle

of that circle, desperate for one person, just one, to say

“is any of you without sin?”

those who have ears to hear,

let them hear.

so that’s the question you have as a leader, the question

you live with: “are they getting it?”

i have tried to teach you about a big God, who holds all things, including us, in an unconditional, loving embrace. i have tried

to teach and model for you an unswerving hope and trust

that change and risk and leaps of faith are normal and at times

absolutely necessary for our growth and the continued expansion

of our hearts. so when, in this change, this loss, this transition,

this departure, you have responded time and time again with largeness of spirit and bigness of heart, with confidence that

the God who got you this far is fully capable of taking you the

rest of the way, deeply attuned to your own emotions and responses and at the very same time convinced that everybody

will be just fine because what could possibly separate us from the love we’ve tasted and experienced, the love of Christ that holds and sustains us all?

oh my. it’s so moving to me.

thank you.

thank you.

thank you.

with those two words of thanks,

a lesson that you’ve taught me.

for many people, the simple dualisms of right and wrong and

good and bad are the sole prism, the lens, through which they

look for God in the world. so if things go well, then ‘God is good’

is how the thinking goes, and if things don’t go well, all kinds of questions arise about God and hope and faith and was it all just

a grand illusion in the first place?

the life we’ve found together, however, is far more

subtle, nuanced, and complex than those simple

dualisms, and i’ve seen you discover this deep well of

insight as it shapes you in profound ways.

i’ve seen you get cancer and struggle with infertility and

attend funerals of people you love and get let go from

your jobs and lose tens of thousands of dollars and get

sued and find out you kid is using drugs and at the

same time i’ve watched you find God in the mess. in the

tension. in the chaos. i’ve seen you find peace and joy

and calm and rest in situations in which everybody else is convinced that peace and joy, much like Elvis, have left the building.

there’s an ancient midrash about jacob who wrestles the

angel. they say that he walks with a limp afterwards, but at

least he’s experienced God.

i’ve watched many of you walk with a limp.

it’s a deeper wisdom you have attained,

a higher level of consciousness,

a more refined and ultimately more enduring way of seeing

that you have acquired.

it’s a spirituality that doesn’t need quick and easy answers,

it shuns the trite and cliché,

it understands Christ is here somewhere in this mess,

and no matter how dark or foreboding it gets,

we will at some point see him,

friday will give way to sunday

and while there are blood and tears and heartache and at

times we’re barely holding on by our fingernails

when we do stumble into the daylight, when we do

find a little respite, a sliver of shalom, when we eventually

do meet the resurrected Christ

it will be real and it will matter and it will be true and

it will satisfy.

i’ve seen you lament

and laugh,

cry

and

celebrate,

weep and wail

and then

whoop it up,

pull your hair out from pain and frustration

and then

die it bright colors because someone’s throwing a party.

you have taught me not to fear the full spectrum of human

experience but to celebrate it, to embrace it, to wallow in it

and soar with it. many Christians are eager to point out that

Jesus said he was the son of God and that’s the wedge issue,

the crux of the faith, the divisive point you have to take a stand

on. i believe he is. and in the same breath, i remind you that

he also referred to himself a shocking number of times as the

‘son of man.’ you know what ‘son of man’ means?

human.

now that’s shocking.

take a stand on that.

what he stressed, what he thought was a big deal, what

he called himself time and time again, was son of man.

it is a big deal for a human to be divine, but if

you’re looking to provoke, and if you want to focus in on

astounding claims he made about himself,

how about the mind-bendingly revolutionary claim of the

divine being human?

weeping,

spitting in mud,

eating,

drinking so much he’s accused of being a drunk,

letting people clean his feet with oils,

inviting people to touch his wounded sides.

humanity, now that’s interesting.

Jesus invites us into the full spectrum of human experience,

from lament to exhilaration and everything in between.

from basking in the presence of God,

to cursing at the top of your lunges from the rooftops

because God is nowhere to be found,

shrieking till you’re hoarse ‘my God, my God, why have

you screwed me’

now that’s life.

that’s real.

that’s divine.

you’ve shown me how to find God in the full spectrum of human

experience.

so, there are some thanks,

and a lesson you’ve taught me.

now, some warnings.

first, there is a meta-movement in the scriptures, an arc

to the unfolding story of redemption. it is the movement

from word to flesh.

think of the ten commandments. one of them is ‘don’t

kill.’ it’s absolute base level requirements here: could

you just not murder each other? but then the story progresses,

it evolves, and so later Jesus says that greater love has

no one than to lay down their life for another.

and then he gives his life, out of love. so the earlier ‘could

you try not to kill each other?’ grows into ‘could you love

with such fidelity and devotion that you’d actually give your

life for another?’

the command, the words, to protect and preserve life

take on flesh and blood, to the point where it’s an entire

pervasive pattern of life, second nature, in which you seek

the well being of others ahead of your own.

word takes on flesh. this is the story of Jesus, the word,

the creative life force of the universe, taking on a body

and moving into the neighborhood. so when Jesus talks

about the kind of life God has for us, he talks about us

experiencing in flesh and blood a whole new way of life.

Serving, caring, discovering, thanking, resisting, forgiving,

loving, tasting, embracing, doing whatever we do for the

least of these. it’s an embodied faith, one that’s dirty

and bloody with sleeves rolled up and sweat on the

brow. it’s one where there’s plenty of wine at the party.

i write this to you because of how many of you have been

challenged about your participation in the life of this

church, often with the accusation: but what do they believe

over there at mars hill?

as if belief, getting the words right, is the highest form of

faith. Jesus came to give us life. a living, breathing, throbbing,

pulsating blow your hair back tingle your spine roll the

windows down and drive fast experience of God right

here, right now.

word taking on flesh and blood.

and so you’ve found yourself defending and explaining

and trying to find the words for your experience that is

fundamentally about a reality that is beyond and more than

words.

so when you find yourselves tied up in knots, having

long discussions about who believes what, a bit like

dogs doing that sniff circle when they meet on the sidewalk,

do this:

take out a cup

and some bread

and put it in the middle of the table,

and say a prayer and examine yourselves

and then make sure everybody’s rent is paid and there’s

food in their fridge and clothes on their backs

and then invite everybody to say

‘yes’ to the resurrected Christ with whatever ‘yes’ they

can muster in the moment and then you take that bread

and you dip it in that cup in the ancient/future hope and

trust that there is a new creation bursting forth right here

right now and

then together taste that new life and liberation and

forgiveness and as you look those people in the eyes gathered around that table from all walks of life and you see the new

humanity, sinners saved by grace, beggars who have

found bread showing the others beggars where they found it

remind yourselves that

this

is

what

you

believe.

remember, the movement is word to flesh.

beware of those who will take the flesh and want to turn it

back into words

flowing from this, then, a second warning.

there is a question that lingers in the air,

the question that people actually talk about it

the question, of course, is ‘what will happen to mars hill?’

now please don’t be deceived by this question,

thrown off by it’s ubiquity,

misled by the way that it is freely, commonly asked,

as if the answer is somehow out there somewhere

waiting to be discovered.

the way advertising works is you try and associate the

impersonal, inanimate product you are selling with something personal and embodied. sometimes famous people are paid large sums of money to endorse a product, in the hope that whatever this

person is known for, whatever they’ve accomplished or

achieved, will, in essence, rub off on the product. so that

you’ll think ‘michael jordan, the greatest basketball player

ever, is talking about this plain white t shirt that manages to

keep it’s shape around the neck after multiple wearings,

so this must be the greatest plain white t shirt ever.” that sort

of thing. the effort, then, is to associate the tangible product

with an intangible value or concept embodied by a person.

several years ago apple began running those annoying/clever

ads in which the nerdy pc has a stilted conversation with the cool guy mac. microsoft took a beating in those ads, so they began running a series of counter ads in which groovy hipster folks,

look at the camera and say ‘i’m a pc.’ once again, trying to associate an inanimate, impersonal product with acutal

flesh and blood, breathing, living people.

you my friends have the opposite problem. when people

ask ‘what about mars hill?’ or ‘what’s mars hill going to do?’

it’s as if mars hill is a disembodied reality with a life of its own.

here’s the twist: the church is not an inanimate, impersonal

product. there is no ‘mars hill’ in theory. there is no abstract, disembodied entity mars hill apart from the people in this room

who ARE mars hill.

so when people say what’s going to happen to mars hill?

they’re asking what’s going to happen to you. what are you

going to do. how are you going to respond?

you are the answer,

because you are the church.

mars hill is not a product,

it is a gathering of people.

you.

that’s why there’s a sign.

how does a person find mars hill?

well, you have to meet one.

remember when woody yelled at buzz ‘you are a toy!!!?’

i’m woody, yelling at you, buzz: you are a church.

you are the answer to the question what will happen to

mars hill.

and so please,

i ask of you,

i plead with you,

to answer well.

prove them wrong.

bring your friends,

give money,

get more involved.

believe.

trust.

practice hope.

there is an essence to this place, a spirit. that’s how organizations and institutions and movements and causes are: they develop patterns and energies that manifest themselves in fairly consistent ways over time. and you know it the moment you walk through

the door. you size a place up, you catch what’s in the air, you

read the body language of a place. you’re here because of the essence and spirit of this place. people are welcome here, and they know it. Christ is alive here, healing people and liberating people and giving new life. there is mission here, cause, purpose beyond these walls. and you know it. i know it. it’s a reverent hum just below the surface of everything we do here. you can taste it, feel

it, smell it.

don’t mess with that.

protect that, preserve that.

you know what i’m talking about.

if you grumble and complain and become agitated and divisive

you will ruin the pure, sweet, humble, captivating essence that

is present in the midst of this community.

when in doubt, stop talking and start praying.

when in chaos, regroup.

stay calm, be cool, be nonreactive.

once again, mars hill is going to be in new territory, trying

things, experimenting, learning together where the new life

is.

it’s what we’ve been doing from the beginning.

if you want this church to be some other church,

then please leave this church and go to that church.

this church has it’s own unique path,

it’s own particular DNA

and you must be true to it,

or you will lose something vital to who you are,

and why God brought you together.

in the coming days the question for each you is

‘are you bringing hope and creativity and life here

or are you using your voice and power to cut it down?

are you destroying something beautiful?

do you believe that this church’s best days are ahead of you?

if your answer is anything other than yes,

you are already answering the question.

which leads me to a universal truth:

people whisper sweet nothings to their lover

but they yell ‘fire.’

reflect on this with me.

love, whispered.

danger, yelled.

fear, it turns out, is often louder than love.

sometimes fear is good, and yelling even better,

especially when there actually is a fire.

but other times fear is toxic, destructive,

the opposite of love.

remember that.

look for it.

and call it out, confront it when you come across it.

fear has no place in this place.

when you’ve leaned over and looked into the tomb,

when you’ve ran huffing and puffing to your friends,

insisting in between breaths, ‘he isn’t in there!”

fear is longer the game you’re playing.

you’ve been seized by hope.

and hope has it’s own rules.

and now for a confession.

i have tried my best to live at peace among you.

i have done everything i could to be best of my awareness

to keep my side of the street clean.

i have tried to be a voice of hope, help, healing, and truth

to you, year after year, sunday after sunday.

i have tried to apologize whenever i wronged you,

i have knocked on some of your doors,

asking for your forgiveness,

and you have been gracious,

and kind,

every time.

and so,

with all of these years here,

all these experiences,

all those sermons,

i confess to you today

that i feel like i’m just getting started.

like i’m a rookie, a freshman, a noob.

i feel younger than ever.

i feel like the world is big and wide and open and things are possible that if they were revealed right now, we’d turn

to each other to say ‘no way! that’s awesome!’

i believe that God has made this day,

that it’s good,

and you can have joy in it.

even if you’re limping.

can you make this confession with me today?

can you say ‘i feel like i’m just getting started?’

you can be old,

you can be over 40,

you can have a lot of life behind you,

and yet you’re being renewed,

you’re being reborn,

you’re wide eyes and filled with wonder,

you’ve tasted and you’ve seen in such a way

that you realize

you’re just getting started.

the past and the present and the future begin

to meld into one giant eternal now

and you understand in that moment

what Jesus was talking about when he said

he came to give us that kind of life.

i feel like i’m just getting started.

i feel like i’m just getting started.

i feel like i’m just getting started.

from quantum physics, we’ve learned that when two subatomic

particles are bonded, attached, together, and then they’re

separated they exhibit fascinating behavior. they demonstrate

that they are aware of and affected by that particle they were

once attached to. this is called quantum entanglement. we’ve

been together for a number of years, and now we’re parting

in some ways, but forever we’ll be entangled.

and i celebrate that.

and so i stand today in your midst,

happy, satisfied, anticipating magnificent tomorrows,

feeling like i’m just getting started,

and i say, until next time, with as much love as i can

possibly muster,

grace and peace be with you,

your brother rob.

(Source, HERE)

Author: DanutM

Anglican theologian. Former Director for Faith and Development Middle East and Eastern Europe Region of World Vision International

17 thoughts on “Rob Bell’s Farewell Message to Mars Hill Church”

  1. Tinarul pastor Bell si-a luat ramas bun nu doar de la biserica sa ci si de la pastorire. El va pleca din Grand Rapids, Michigan in Los Angeles unde va face.. un film de televiziune, The Lost, cu ABC, Sper sa fie un film decent.
    Mai curios e faptul ca oamenii de televiziune nu iubesc, in general, pastorii. Well, daca acestia le promit ca flacarile iadului nu-i vor arde prea tare, situatia se schimba: love wins de ablele parti….

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  2. Multumesc pt articol:
    1- Mai intii, tonul rezonabil cu care autorul spune “I will not be surprised if I discover in heaven that the God revealed in Jesus Christ has indeed in the end reconciled all people to God, but I cannot presume that”, este absolut diferit de tonul de megalomana siguranta cu care decreteaza Bell. Grav la Bell nu e atit ca ar fi universalist -doar nu e primul – grav la Bell e ca l-a apucat pe Dumnezue de picior, crede el, si cu o aroganta rar intilnita de mine decreteaza ce i se nazare lui. De unde ar putea avea dinsul aceasta autoritate papala, infailibila, habar n-am. Si nici autorul citat nu ne explica.
    2- Si mai grav mi se pare atentia nejustificata pe care Bell o capata de la crestini, aparent, respectabili.
    Stiu ca va enerveaza exemplul urmator dar n-am gasit altul mai bun: pe mine, Bell ma face ca eu nu vorbesc in numele lui Iisus pt ca sunt anti-gay. Ioti dracu bre, ar zice pastorul Marcu N., pastor al copilariei d-lui Manastireanu. De unde pina unde, si pe ce cai, a aflat Bell ca Iisus i-a lepadat pe cei ce iau textele referitoare la acest subiect in serios habar n-am. Dumnezeu e dragoste si El ne iubeste pe toti; aici suntem de-acord cu Bell. Dar a sustine ca Dumnezeu e de-acord si cu stilul de viata al celor ce sunt usa de biserica si a celor ce sunt talpa iadului e o fantezie pe care numai un om fara Dumnezeu o crede/sustine, fie el chiar si Bell. A-l trata ca si cum Dumnezeu i-a soptit lui la ureche chestiile astea este iresponsabil. Personal nu ma deranjeaza Bell ci atentia ridicola ce i se acorda. Macar de-ar pretinde ca e prooroc precum cel ce-a prevestiti sfirsitul lumii in Mai 2011. Daca nici asta nu pretinde; de unde stie el sa raspunda la intrebarile escatologice cu atita siguranta?
    PS- Sunt moisist. Dl. manastireanu e singurul de pe-aici care stie ce-i asta. O parte -cel putin- din moisistii originali au acceptat ca o posibilitate un anumit gen de universalism (ceva semanator cu autorul citat mai sus) dar n-au sustinut/predicat nciciodata asta, spre deosebire de Bell.

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  3. Inteleg ca n-a fost ironie, Chiar nu tin sa am ultimul cuvint.
    N-am pretins ca am citit cartea lui Bell (este programata, dar nu i-a venit inca rindul; prefer s-o citesc intii pe cea despre China, declarata de Books & Culture drept cartea anului 2011). Am urmarit insa dezbaterea si am citit atit recenzii nefavorabile, inclusiv de la autori mai ciompetenti si mai bine intentionati decit cea citata de dvs., cit si evaluari mult mai pozitive. Concluzia mea preliminara, pina la lectura cartii, este ca violenta cu care il respingeti pe Bell este dovada ca o asemenea carte, cu toate posibilele ei slabiciuni, era absolut necesara in aceaasta perioada istorica, in care unii au facut o deavarata pasiune patologica pentru iad, uitind complet de iubirea lui Dumnezeu.
    In ce priveste raspunsurile (sau intrebarile) lui Bell, mai povestim dupa ce citesc cartea. Pina atunci, asa cum bine stiti, exista mai multe feluri de a pune intrebari, ca si mai multe feluri de a oferi (ne)raspunsuri.

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  4. N-a fost ironie. Vroiam sa aveti ultimul cuvint.
    Ca nu va place superbia lui Piper e ok; cum de va place superbia lui Bell? Cartea lui nu e una de intrebari ci de rapsunsuri: As Bell himself writes, “But this isn’t a book of questions. It’s a book of responses to these questions” (Love Wins, p19).
    Vad ca nici dvs n-ati citit carea lui Bell. M-am referit anterior la o recenzie scrisa de un teolog. N-am timp s-o caut. Iata citeva consideratii de la un pastor reformat din Lansing (Kevin Young), la vreo ora si jumatate distanta de megachurch pastorita de Rob.
    (Kevin Deyoung, Senior Pastor at University Reformed Church in East Lansing, Michigan)
    Kevin:
    This does not mean Christ is whatever you want him to be. Some Jesuses should be rejected, Bell says, like the ones that are “anti-science” and “anti-gay” and use bullhorns on the street (Love Wins, p8). But wherever we find “grace, peace, love, acceptance, healing, forgiveness” we’ve found the creative life source that we call Jesus [sic] (p156, p159).
    Elsewhere, after describing a false Jesus “who waves the flag and promotes whatever values they have decided their nation needs to return to,” Bell offers the promising alternative: “the very life source of the universe who has walked among us and continues to sustain everything with his love and power and grace and energy” (p156).
    Cea mai intriganta este totusi “lumina” lui Rob despre Impartasanie:
    These [Eucharist] rituals are true for us, because they’re true for everybody [irefutabil argument]. They unite us, because they unite everybody [fara indoiala]. These are signs and glimpses and tastes of what is true for all people in all places at all times—we simply name the mystery present in all the world, the gospel already announced to every creature under heaven [generous]. (Love Wins, p157)
    Raspunsul lui Kevin:
    This is classic liberalism pure and simple, a souped-up version of Schleiermacher’s feeling of absolute dependence. This is all immanence and no transcendence. This is not the objective gospel-message of Christ’s work in history that we must announce. This is an existential message announcing a rival version of the good news, the announcement that you already know Christ and can feel him in your heart if you pay attention.
    To suggest the Lord’s Supper unites all people makes a mockery of the sacrament and the Christ uniquely present in the bread and the cup. The Table is a feast for those who trust in Christ, for those who can discern his body, a family meal for those who together will proclaim the Lord’s death until he comes again. It brings us together under the sign of the cross. The sheep “not of this pen” are not adherents of other religions who belong to Christ without knowing it (p152), but Gentiles who can now fellowship with Jews through the blood (Eph. 2:11–22).
    Vi se pare responsabil sa sustineti ceva la care nici macar n-ati reflectat? Rob nu pune intrebari; ofera raspunsuri. E prea destept ca sa intrebe. Care-i diferenta intre el si fundamentalism? Doar de teologie; nicidecum de atitudine.
    Nu cred ca dvs aveti alte paradigme decit mine vs Cina Domnului, chiar daca dvs o credeti mai mult decit mine [simbol] ma indoiesc sa-i dati un sens universalist.
    Multumesc

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  5. Multumesc pt raspuns. Nu cred c-ati inteles ce-am spus eu de vreme ce priviti totul ideologic. Ramine sa aveti ultimul cuvint.
    Multumesc inca odata pt atentie.

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  6. Domnul meu,
    Este de-acum evident pentru oricine ca paradigmele cu care operam sunt radical diferite. Pentru dvs., se pare, cu cit o opinie este mai la dreapta, cu atit mai bine. In ce ma priveste, prefera intrebarile celor care cauta, certitudinilor celor care cred ca au gasit deja.
    Si, nu, nu sunt de acord cu tot ce scrie Rob Bell, dar il gasesc mult mai stimulativ pentru gindire si cautarea lui Dumnezeu, decit, sa zicem, agresivitatea orgolioasa si superbia lui Piper. O chestiune de gust.

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  7. Desigur…
    1-Dvs ati avut multa experienta in ucenicizarea noilor credinciosi…
    2-Eu n-am citit cartea Love wins pt ca n-am gasit -fara polemica- niciun motiv rezonabil pt justificarea interesului vs. aceasta. Am citit insa ampla prezentare facuta de CNN. Interesul si satisfactia cu care oameni dezinteresati de o viata cu Dumnezeu si care au privit cu satisfactie prezentarea mai pozitiva a Iadului (lucru comun la multi emergenti) si mai putin exclusivista a Raiului trebuia sa faca crestinii responsabili sa-si dea seama de unde bate vintul.
    Punind impreuna cele doua aspecte ar trebui sa va dea imaginea riscului de-a prezenta neutru, doar ca exercitiu de gindire, (ca si cum tertium datur ar exista) un estfel de subiect.
    PS- am mai citit o ampla analiza a cartii facuta de teologi care nu pareau a fi fundamentalisti si care subliniau ca Rob are probleme si cu intelegerea crucii lui Cristos; dar asta nu merita atentie nici macar cit curcea lui Pusan, nu-i asa? De obcei, in viata spirituala indoielei cu privire la jertfa Domnului conduc la indoieli escatologice.
    Multumesc pt atentie.

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  8. “when in doubt, stop talking and start praying “
    Amin, Sam.

    Amin. Atita doar ca dumnealui nu e chiar un om tacut; asta daca adaogam scrisul la vorbire.
    Apoi, dvs ar trebui sa vedeti ca Rob poate sa aiba multe calitati, dar smerenia nu-i printre ele. La experienta noastra de viata ar trebui sa vedem ca flacaului astuia a reusit sa i se urce la cap, rau de tot, popularitatea. Nu-i vorba ca fiecaruia ni se mai urca la cap popularitatea. El a reusit performata sa pastoreasca o biserica de vreo 10 mii oameni; lucru de apreciat. Dupa care ajuns la concluzia ca eu si cei din religia institutionala suntem influentati de cultura greco-romana vs. Iadul si Raiul; iar domnia sa reusind sa fie acultural a rezolvat problema Iadului si partial a Raiului -caruia ii acorda mai putin spatiu. Problema mea nu el el ci: cum se face ca a stirnit atita interes? E primul care s-a lepadat de mostenirea multimilenara? Nu cred. Popularitatea mondiala cistigata nu i-a ajuns; acum rezlovind si probama Fiul lui Dumnezeu & Fiul Omului. Acum se pare c-a depasit mindia ajungind in megalomanie… oricum poate ma ajuta oculistul sa vad de ce e atit interes in jurul acestui tinar. Ca e inteligent si gindeste nu ma indoiesc. N-am spus ca drumul spre Iad e pavat cu prostie; ba mai degraba cu inteligenta si mindrie… diabolica.

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  9. Citatul cu stumbling stone e din concluzia mea nu a autorului așa că va trebui să răspund eu la retorice.
    1- Nu sunt amator de schimbări de biserici și nici de clasificare a lor după gradul de relevanță. Așa cum spune și Bell fără oamenii din biserică nu există biserică, deci nu imaginea bisericii de care aparțin dă valoarea oamenilor din ea. Cei mulți care cred eu că au probleme cu echilibrul privind dubla natură a lui Isus sunt cei care nu găsesc calea de a-și împăca propria lor natură materială cu dimensiunea spirituală, rezultând schizofrenii în viața practică de toate culorile de te crucești uneori câtă inventivitate dobândesc unii creștini după ce intră în rândurile celor asigurați la Rai.
    2- Rob Bell nu este decât unul din milioanele aș zice de oameni abandonați de bisericile anchilozate ultra-conservatoare de peste tot, oameni care nu din mândrie ci din foamea cu care au rămas în urma mâncării artificiale servite în congregațiile în care au crescut, au ales să vadă și prin alți ochelari lucrurile.

    Nu e nevoie să acceptăm toți ceea ce emite Bell sau alții ca el; e suficient să ne recunoaștem limitele în ceea ce privește ]ntelegerea capacitatii lui Dumnezeu de a folosi pe cine vrea El ca să transmită mesajul

    Ca să închei cu un citat de pe la jumătate de metru din scrisoare:

    “when in doubt, stop talking and start praying “

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  10. Asa o fi…
    Ma tem ca el n-a priceput-o nici macar pe prima…, darmite pe-a doua [dimenisune].
    Domnul sa-i dea har si lui si majoritatii docetilor…(daca asta-i substantivul)…E rau, totusi, cind credem ca suntem singurii care am priceput…; raportat la nominalul 2.2 mild, procentajul e cam mic.

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  11. In legatura cu prima intrebare, sunt de acord cu Bell ca cea mai mare parte a crestinilor traiesc intr-un soi de docetism practic, in care umanitatea declarata a lui Isus este una aparenta, aceasta do=imensiune a naturii lui neavind nici o implicatie asupra felului in care citesc (sau traiesc) Scriptura.
    In legatura cu a doua intrebare nu-mi bat capul sa va raspund. Poate va ajuta oculistul. 🙂

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  12. 2 intrebari imi staruie in minte:
    -“This is the cornerstone of Christianity although, for too many, a stumbling stone.” – si cine sunt ceilalti pt care nu este o piatra de poticnire? Cine sunt cei pt care e la mintea cocosului ca Iisus a fors si Dumnezeu si om. 100% si una si alta; totusi fara de pacat. pt mine cel putin e foarte greu sa concep aceasta duala natura. Sunt convin ca sunt oameni cu mai mutla patrundere decit mine, Ma tem doar ca cei ce pretind a fi priceput-o, nci macar nu s-au oprit sa se gindeasca la ea.
    – de ce-o fi acest tinar pastor atit de important incit sa merite atita atentie? Numa’ pt ca i-a conferit un loc lui Gandhi in Cer? In primul nu e primul crestin atit de politicos. In a l doilea rind e rasplatit cu atita atentie doar pt ca se poarta de parca ar fi Cerul lui si nu al Celui care a luat chip de Rob facindu-Se asemenea noua -dar fara pacat.
    Nu e blogul meu. rasplatit tocmaii de Craciun… Nu vad de ce o scrisoare de un metru lungime merita atentie. La fel ca si autorul. (Simbata am programata o vizta la oculist; poate ajuta si el e in michifgan ca si fosta biserica a lui Rob)

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  13. “many Christians are eager to point out that

    Jesus said he was the son of God and that’s the wedge issue,

    the crux of the faith, the divisive point you have to take a stand

    on. i believe he is. and in the same breath, i remind you that

    he also referred to himself a shocking number of times as the

    ‘son of man.’ you know what ‘son of man’ means?

    human.”

    This is the cornerstone of Christianity although, for too many, a stumbling stone.

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