Vellvet Elvis : Repainting the Christian Faith
By Rob Bell
The double-post blogging is getting a bit tiring. I am close to posting a “farewell to blogger, go to xanga” post.
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I’m reading the above book as my devotional. As previously noted, I’ve heard good and bad about it. I like what David Crowder says on his website…
“I would like to include some writings on faith and culture and the tensions that exist as one alive with the story of God to communicate. Good can be found in places you would not initially suspect and evil also can be found in places you initially would not suspect. I am inspired and challenged by the books listed above. My pursuit is to embrace the good and bring redemption to that in need of redemption. This is not a safe pursuit but one I will risk and encourage others in.”
As Christians, we do not have to be safe. Rather than seeking comfortable beliefs that encourage a lack of growth, and no thought, how about we get out of our box?
In the first chapter of the book, Rob gives the set up. He has a “velvet elvis” painting in his basement. His hypothetical here is this…is this painting the last word in art? Have all the paintings that were ever going to be painted been completed?
He writes “the challenge for christians then is to live with great passion and conviction, remaining open and flexible, aware that this life is not the last painting” (Bell 11). He goes on…”the Christian faith is alive” when we let go of whatever has “gotten in the way of Jesus and embracing whatever will help us be more and more the people that God wants us to be” (Bell 11). Paul, in Romans 9, writes that if he could give up his very salvation that the Jews would come to an understanding of Christ he would do so. Are we that sold out? Are we willing to get uncomfortable for the cause of Christ?
Bell asserts that if we are unwilling to let things go, and embrace new ones, our faith will end up where our old paintings do…in the basement, dusty, irrelevant and forgotten, without meaning.
Does what we do prove the point? Have we, with our focus on tradition, not caused this to happen?