Mark Driscoll is the manliest pastor on the planet. The manliest!
Of all the Marvel superheroes, I think Mark Driscoll is probably closest to The Hulk. I mean, one minute he’s cool, he’s chatting you up, talkin’ ’bout John Calvin and Ed Hardy; the next thing you know, some random dude mentions that he’s living with his GF and Mark LOSES IT. He just becomes a giant ball of anger and belligerence. Frightening, but imagine if you could contain that rage . . .
Here’s the thing – underneath that surly exterior is just a big blob of ooey-gooey love, y’all. For reals. I know this from experience:
I was at Catalyst 2011 when I heard Mark Driscoll speak in person for the first time. It was pretty awesome. I was gearing up for a testosterone-fueled rant of some kind, but, instead, Driscoll told a very touching story about his youngest son and a family trip to Scotland. It was so beautiful that I was crying at the end. Openly weeping. I was sitting in a row next to my wife and my best friends and their wives, and I was blowing snot bubbles out of my left nostril while Mark Driscoll told fifteen-thousand Catalyst attendees that everything is OK because “our ‘Daddy’ is with us”.
Sidenote: At Catalyst that year, Driscoll carried a huge Bible. I’m pretty sure it was a Life Application Study Bible, but it was hard to see from my vantage point. Francis Chan carried just a little “slimline” Bible. Chan and Driscoll are quite possibly the two most convicting pastors in the world, but they are on polar opposite spectrums when it comes to “preferred Bible size”. This intrigues me.