A gushing open letter to Rob Bell

Last night I went to see one of my favorite “brothers from another mother” speak - Mr. Rob Bell. - pastor of Mars Hill Church in Grand Rapids, Michigan

My journey of self-discovery has been greatly enhanced and enriched by the way this guy thinks about the world and God’s partnership with us. You could say he’s showed me that God is freedom, love and healing. All things that a good pastor is supposed to do.

I think I’ll be chewing on his message for awhile (stupidly, I forgot a journal last night), but here’s takeaway number one: God’s still in the miracle business.

I’ve seen some pretty amazing things happen in my own life. Things that still make me gush and weep when I remember them.

I’ve done some pretty great things too. Things that make me feel like I’m using up every bit of good in my being. Thing I’d like to brag about because I’m proud – not prideful.

With age comes a bit of wisdom as I look back (I’m told), and I can see God’s beautifully mystical, miraculous touch like gleaming bits of gold on my past. So last night, I remembered this miraculous God when I got set free again.

Suddenly,
I remembered to look around and catch the small miracles.
I remembered to remember that God loves me more than I’ll ever get.
I remembered that He’s thought I’m cool enough to be his wingman in this life deal.

It’s so good to see God’s face again. Man, He’s beautiful.

Thanks for taking the time to clear a path, Rob. Keep doing what you’re doing. You’re reaching the old and the young. The not-even spiritual folks, and the everything is spiritual ones too.

I get the feeling He was well pleased at our simple gathering last night.