Since I continue to hear so much bad feedback about previous thoughts on Rob Bell from his supporters, I figured I’d try to communicate my concerns in a brief poem. My aim is to appeal to their artsy side, while expressing my own.
There once was a teacher named Rob, whose last name rhymed with hell
His dislike for this doctrine was easy to tell–he wrote a book about love that redefined hell
The danger is seen in what he has lost–Jesus is eclipsed, so is sin, and the cross
The long-term effect is tough to predict, but I’m sure I can smell Satan’s old trick-
“You shall not surely die” was that old lie he did sell
Now here it comes again, from the pen of Rob Bell
(For a good review of Rob Bell’s book, see Tim Challies here.)