Velvet Elvis by Rob Bell is an interesting book. I picked it up today because none of our libraries had it yet and, last night, I had just finished reading/skimming nearly 80 reviews of the book on Amazon that left me feeling intensely uncomfortable.
Heresy was ringing in my brain.
So naturally I bought the book.
I don't know Rob. I never have. I'm sure I've met him before because we attended the same church in high school. My sister's best friend dated him. Some of my high-school friends chummed with him at church. But I don't know him. I've never had any kind of relationship with the guy.
Quite honestly, I probably wouldn't have liked him all that much then.
He probably wouldn't have like me all that much either.
But I get him now.
It's just one slim volume, of course, but I think I understand what he's saying. I think I understand what he's trying to say. More importantly, I think I understand what he's trying to do.
From what I can tell, he's neither heretic nor apostate nor infidel. So I guess that makes him a saint, like me - a Jesus follower. Quirky writing (which I like) from a quirky guy who loves life, and who loves God. He wants other people to be who they were created to be - to be restored, to be reconciled to God.
It's a good read.
And if you do think he's a heretic and you do have urges to gather firewood or rocks or rope, remember that it's Rob's book and not mine.