Honestly, I almost forgot to post today. I’m super tired and have been going all weekend/today. But, what I had planned on posting was about a man named Rich Mullins. He died 14 years ago today.
For those who have no idea who he was, Rich was an amazing musician, lyricist, and theologian. Many songs that he wrote still have impact on my daily walk and understanding of who God is and what role I have in the greater mission.
Here are just a few things Rich said:
- “I grew up hearing everyone tell me ‘God loves you’. I would say big deal, God loves everybody. That don’t make me special! That just proves that God ain’t got no taste. And, I don’t think He does. Thank God! Because He takes the junk of our lives and makes the most beautiful art.” ― Rich Mullins, Rich Mullins: Home
- “A faith that moves mountains is a faith that expands horizons, it does not bring us into a smaller world full of easy answers, but into a larger one where there is room for wonder.”
- “The Bible is not a book for the faint of heart — it is a book full of all the greed and glory and violence and tenderness and sex and betrayal that benefits mankind. It is not the collection of pretty little anecdotes mouthed by pious little church mice — it does not so much nibble at our shoe leather as it cuts to the heart and splits the marrow from the bone. It does not give us answers fitted to our small-minded questions, but truth that goes beyond what we even know to ask.”
And my favorite:
- “I had a professor one time… He said, ‘Class, you will forget almost everything I will teach you in here, so please remember this: that God spoke to Balaam through his ass, and He has been speaking through asses ever since. So, if God should choose to speak through you, you need not think too highly of yourself. And, if on meeting someone, right away you recognize what they are, listen to them anyway’.”
The man had a huge impact on many people, some who knew him and some who didn’t. I highly encourage you check out his writings and music.
I’ll close by adding a song written by Andrew Peterson about the day he found out about Rich’s death. It’s called “Three Days Before Autumn.”