Brennan Manning and Me
Last night I saw it on Twitter, "Brennan Manning has died." His death has been coming for quite some time now. I've been expecting this. However I questioned the news, not seeing any legitimate sources for this information (an obituary, a news source, his website or facebook page). This morning it was confirmed on his website.
If his recent autobiography is correct, Brennan's drinking killed him. Depending on how you view alcoholism, Brennan was either the victim of a terrible disease or he was just a lush. In any case he made a long habit of lying (at least through omission) about his condition. That, by the way, is a symptom of the disease. He was a victim and a perpetrator, a liar and a sufferer, a vow breaker and a people pleaser. He was no plaster saint, no image on a holy card, no bearer of hagiography.
Brennan Manning was a man who loved Jesus and, most importantly, was beloved of Jesus. He was a sinner but a forgiven one. He was a liar who spoke the truth. He was a broken vessel, a jar made of clay, who nonetheless bore the Good News of Jesus Christ to millions--myself included.
Brennan Manning taught me the Gospel. If I have ever shared the love of Jesus with you, you can be sure that Brennan was partly to blame. If I have ever pointed anyone to kindness, forgiveness, or hope you can be sure that Brennan's words had helped to form my message. Though I only met him twice, he was one of my most important mentors in the faith. Now he joins most of those mentors in glory.
I commend to your reading the treasures Brennan left to us. Abba's Child and Ruthless Trust are my favorites, but the Ragamuffin Gospel was his best known work. If you read him, please remember that the Holy Spirit is working through him in spite of all his personal failings. Thank God, because that's how He works in all of us.