During my vacation this weekend, I forgot my Kindle. I was bummed, but I went into a bookstore, and bored with all the magazines, the craft books, the memoirs, I had this appetite to want to read something substantial. The only thing that came to mind was Francis Chan's book, Crazy Love. Go ahead, and think it was the Holy Spirit or whatever, but the only reason I had any desire to pick it up was the cover. In the Christianity section, every book had...
A) Kirk Cameron on the cover via Fireproof taking over about 4 shelves
B) Joyce Meyer on the cover
C) cheesy sunset with a couple holding hands with how to catch a perfect single pastor, or something along those publications.
Yes, I judged a book by it's cover, and the cover may be simple, but after reading the first few pages, it's challenging book already.
On Disturbed Christians, we don't exactly point out how the American church can do better, but how us as Christians can live, be and do better than what the American church has to offer. It's something I've recently struggled with and I'm literally holding it in my hands. After reading, and studying and having my own opinions about what scripture has to say, I'm finally listening to what Jesus has to say about it, and I truly believe He let's Chan speak to a generation that has complete disgust with the church built by human flesh and greed.
So why do I hate this book so much? I hate it because I'm comfortable. I'm comfortable with attending church, a Bible study and just study what needs to be covered in order to live the Bible thumpin' life. I hate it because it challenges that helping takes more than just writing a check or clicking away via Paypal. I hate it because it cuts deeper than what Christian high school camp taught me that summer (and trust, it was a very emotional summer for a poorly behaved 15 year old pastor's daughter). I hate this book so much because I learned everything I learned had a missing piece and I finally found it, now I don't know what to do with it. I hate this book so much is because for the first time in a long time, I can see why I fell in love with God in the first place.
I'm not finished with the book yet. It's a book I was sure I could finish in one night. 186 pages is a good evening well spent, but every time I get to a paragraph, even a sentence in the book that shakes me a bit, I put it down. It stares at me when I pass by it, and when I take it out of sight, I can't stop thinking about it. I shrugged off a lot of pages but then it hits you like a bad itch. You can't scratch it because you have your hands full, but it refuses to get away from you.
I'm sure once I'm done with this book, I will have more reasons why I hate this book and hate Francis Chan for writing it.