Several months ago, through one of my most trusted and most ragamuffin Pirate Monks, I met author/speaker Pete Gall for some Rudy’s BBQ and soul baring. He very generously gave me a copy of his book Beautiful Idol–which I gobbled up (and have since given out several copies to friends). If you haven’t read it, you can read my reviews and thoughts…and get your very own.
A week or so ago, Pete Gall sent me some audio files to his forthcoming book Learning My Name. As I sat listening, I remembered what I fell in love with in Idol. It’s beautifully dirty and honest. It struggles and exposes. As Gall presents himself in Learning My Name, I secretly wonder if he’s been spying on me. Stalking my thoughts. Reading my mail.
In the preface, after quoting from Karl Marx’s Critique of Hegel’s Philosophy of Right, Gall says:
Most days, I’m not searching for an omnipotent God. I don’t need ‘all-powerful’. Just a little potent…say ‘medium powerful’ will do. …just a little heavenly chiropractic care… But most days, even with my lowered expectations, He isn’t showing up to fix me like I want him to.
Ashamedly, that’s me.
I don’t expect or search for a truly omnipotent God like I should. Just a God that’s moderately powerful enough for my mundane, commonplace issues of my own egocentric humanity. Just an adjustment here and there. Nothing major really, thanks. I show up for a little spinal adjustment, a good massage, and some muzak. Nevermind the busted femur pierced through my leg and the fact that I’m bleeding out. (Truth be told, I probably don’t even know where my real injuries are…)
So, be on the lookout for Learning My Name. And if you get the offer to chow down some Rudy’s with Gall (or any of the Pirate Monks, for that matter), be careful. You might unknowingly tap into a better opiate: grace with a shot of brotherhood.