This is a review for chapters 2 and 3.

Many who like Driscoll and enjoy his books probably appreciate his bluntness and callous sense of humor and attitude. He is very "real" in his book. Not one to shun authenticity, I do think this real, tough-guy, sarcastic writing goes beyond being real.

After reading these two chapters, I can continue to see Driscoll's passion. Something not to be slighted in today's age. He is incredibly passionate and willing to make mistakes and according to his writing, he is also willing to admit mistakes. That is one of the benefits of this book. His arrogance does not totally consume him, in fact it is his passion, observation and practical method that consumes him.

Driscoll discusses how rough being a small and slightly less-small church pastor is. He is quick to make observations and let those develop him. How he treats people, as much as I did not like the stories, is probably somewhat necessary. At least in asking some people to leave and sticking to his guns.

Driscoll does continue the ever-increasing chip on his shoulder - taking pot-shots at Emergent folk and dropping incredibly sexist comments.

His sexism is blunt, blatant and crass. I think that Mark is more afraid of losing his penis than anything else. For him masculinity means gruff and rough - commenting how he loves Ultimate Fighting.

I like Ultimate Fighting (when I can afford cable) too. I would stay up late to watch it. But I also have a girly hobby - crocheting.

It is not only his sexism that creeps deeper and deeper under my skin, but his incessant extended metaphors. One or two around an office table would be funny, but every paragraph or two is a bit much. It takes away from the somewhat good substance he just wrote about and does so at somebody else's expense.

I haven't given up on the book. Driscoll is incredibly passionate and nobody can deny that from his book. That passion eeks out through the tasteless jokes just enough to continue reading.

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