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As a college student he spent 16 days in the Pacific Ocean with five guys and a crate of canned meat. As a father he took his kids on a world tour to eat ice cream with heads of state. He made friends in Uganda, and they liked him so much he became the Ugandan consul. He pursued his wife for three years before she agreed to date him. His grades weren't good enough to get into law school, so he sat on a bench outside the Dean’s office for seven days until they finally let him enroll.
Bob Goff has become something of a legend, and his friends consider him the world's best-kept secret. Those same friends have long insisted he write a book. What follows are paradigm shifts, musings, and stories from one of the world’s most delightfully engaging and winsome people. What fuels his impact? Love. But it's not the kind of love that stops at thoughts and feelings. Bob's love takes action. Bob believes Love Does.
When Love Does, life gets interesting. Each day turns into a hilarious, whimsical, meaningful chance that makes faith simple and real. Each chapter is a story that forms a book, a life. And this is one life you don't want to miss.
Light and fun, unique and profound, the lessons drawn from Bob's life and attitude just might inspire you to be secretly incredible, too.
“If this book does not make your heart beat faster, book the next flight to Mayo Clinic!” --Bill Hybels, Senior Pastor, Willow Creek Community Church, Chairman, Willow Creek Association
“Bob Goff is a one-man tsunami of grace, a hurricane of love. He doesn't just talk about change, he really is change, as Love Does chronicles in such a vivid way. Yet, Love Does doesn't leave you feeling like you want to celebrate its author, it awakens a sense deep within that you, too, have an outrageous role to play in God's unfolding story or rescue and repair.” --Louie Giglio, Passion Conferences/Passion City Church
“An interesting and compelling story (with Young Life roots) that ends with a practical challenge and punch: ‘love does’ and God can use you to do it!” --Denny Rydberg, President, Young Life
“Every once in a while someone like Bob Goff shows up to remind us that some things matter a lot more than others. Love Does has a kind of ‘north star’ effect that will push you to refocus your life and energy on what is most significant. It doesn't just invite you to respond with your God-given potential, it invites you to become a part of what God can do beyond your potential.” --Reggie Joiner, Founder and CEO of Orange
“We liked the book a lot. Mostly, the balloons on the cover. The rest was pretty good too. Lots of stories about how God helps us.” --Aedan, Asher and Skye Peterson ages 13, 12 and 9
“This may look like a book. It’s not. It is an invitation to enter into the greatest adventure you have ever known—your life as it was meant to be lived. Hang on!” --Michael Hyatt, Author, Platform: Get Noticed in a Noisy World, MichaelHyatt.com
“Bob’s ability to love people brings contagious hope and inspiration wherever he goes. The power of love showcased in this book will surely touch the hearts and souls of many people. Read Love Does and find a friend in one the world’s best hidden secrets, a person who shows how love can create connection and make a difference—even across oceans.” --George Tsereteli, Deputy Chairman of the Parliament of Georgia (former Russian Republic)
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About the Author
Bob Goff is the founder of Love Does, a nonprofit organization that operates schools and pursues justice for children in conflict areas such as Uganda, Somalia, and Iraq. Bob is a lawyer and serves as the honorary consul for the Republic of Uganda to the United States. He is an adjunct professor at Pepperdine Law School and Point Loma Nazarene University and lives in San Diego with Sweet Maria, their kids, and extended family.
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LOVE DOESDISCOVER A SECRETLY INCREDIBLE LIFE IN AN ORDINARY WORLD
By BOB GOFF
Thomas NelsonCopyright © 2012 Bob Goff
All right reserved.
Chapter OneI'M WITH YOU
I used to want to fix people, but now I just want to be with them.
When I was in high school, I met a guy named Randy. Randy had three things I didn't have: a Triumph motorcycle, a beard, and a girlfriend. It just didn't seem fair. I wanted all three in ascending order. I asked around and found out Randy didn't even go to the high school; he just hung out there. I had heard about guys like that and figured I should keep my distance, so I did. Later, I heard that Randy was a Christian and worked with an outfit called Young Life. I didn't know much about any of that stuff, but it helped explain the beard and made it okay that he was hanging out at the high school, I guess. Randy never offered me a ride on his motorcycle, but he tried to engage me in discussions about Jesus. I kept him at arm's length, but that didn't seem to chill his interest in finding out who I was and what I was about. I figured maybe he didn't know anyone his age, so we eventually became friends.
I was a lousy student and found out I could take a test to get a certificate that was the equivalent to a high school diploma. I couldn't figure out how to sign up for the test, though, which on reflection was a pretty good indicator that I should stay in high school. My plan was to move to Yosemite and spend my days climbing the massive granite cliffs. At six feet four inches and two hundred and twenty pounds, I didn't really have a rock climber's build. I wonder what made me think there was a rock climber in me? When you are in high school, you don't give much thought to what you can't do. For most people, that gets learned later, and for still fewer, gets unlearned for the rest of life.
At the beginning of my junior year, I decided it was time to leave high school and make the move to Yosemite. I had a down vest, two red bandanas, a pair of rock climbing shoes, seventy-five dollars, and a VW Bug. What else did I need? I'd find work in the valley and spend my off-time in the mountains. More out of courtesy than anything, I swung by Randy's house first thing on a Sunday morning to say good-bye and to let him know I was leaving. I knocked on the door and after a long couple of minutes Randy answered. He was groggy and bedheaded—I had obviously woken him.
I gave him the rundown on what I was doing. All the while Randy stood patiently in the doorway trying his best to suppress a puzzled expression.
"You're leaving soon?" he asked when I had finished.
"Yeah, right now, actually," I said as I straightened my back and barreled my chest to show I meant business. "Look, Randy, it's time for me to get out of here. I just came by to thank you for hanging out with me and being a great friend."
Randy kept his earnest and concerned face, but he didn't say a word.
"Oh, hey," I inserted, "will you tell your girlfriend goodbye for me too, you know, when you see her next?" Again, no words from Randy. He had this weird, faraway look on his face like he was looking right through me. He snapped back into our conversation.
"Hey, Bob, would you wait here for a second while I check something out?"
"No sweat, Randy." I had nothing but time now; what did I care?
Randy disappeared for a few minutes into the house while I stood awkwardly on his porch with my hands in my pockets. When he came back to the door, he had a tattered backpack hanging over his shoulder by one frayed strap and a sleeping bag under his other arm. He was focused and direct. All he said was this: "Bob, I'm with you."
Something in his words rang right through me. He didn't lecture me about how I was blowing it and throwing opportunities away by leaving high school. He didn't tell me I was a fool and that my idea would fall off the tracks on the way to the launchpad. He didn't tell me I would surely crater even if I did briefly lift off. He was resolute, unequivocal, and had no agenda. He was with me.
Despite the kind gesture, it was pretty odd to think he wanted to come along.
"Um, sure, I guess," I said halfheartedly. "You sure?"
"Yeah, Bob, I'm in. If you wouldn't mind, what if I caught a ride with you?" Randy stood with a determined look.
"So, let me get this straight. You want to drive to Yosemite with me—right now?"
"Yep, that's right. I can find my way back after we get there and you get settled in."
I'm not sure why I accepted Randy's generous self-invitation. I guess it's because it caught me totally off guard. No one had ever expressed an interest in me like that before.
"Sure ...," I stammered as we both stood awkwardly on his stoop. "Uh, I guess we should get going then."
And with that, Randy closed the door to his little house and we walked side by side to my VW Bug. He plopped into the passenger seat and threw his stuff on top of mine on the backseat.
We got to Yosemite before nightfall, and it occurred to me for the first time we had no place to stay. We had a couple of sleeping bags, no tent, and very little money, so we snuck in through the back of a platform tent set up at one of the pay-per-night campsites. We slept toward the back so we could make our escape if an upstanding tent-renter showed up for the night. Fortunately no one came, and the next morning we woke up to a chilly but glorious morning in Yosemite Valley. To the north of us, El Capitan soared three thousand feet straight up like a huge granite soldier. Half Dome dominated the landscape to the east. These were my companions; this was my cathedral. I was in the valleywide living room of my new home. Now it was time to get a job and settle in. I rolled over in my sleeping bag, thinking about how great it was to have Randy with me. I was a little nervous but also excited about my newfound freedom. I was a man now. I felt my chin for any sign of whiskers. Nothing yet, but I shaved anyway, just in case.
Randy and I dusted off the stiffness that comes with tent camping and went to the Camp Curry company cafeteria. I thought I could get a job flipping pancakes in the mornings, which would leave the rest of the day to climb. I finished the job application in front of the manager, handed it to him, and he gave it right back, sternly shaking his head no. He didn't even pretend to be interested, but I was secretly thankful he at least humored me enough to let me apply.
No matter. Undaunted, I went to one of the rock climbing outfitters with a storefront in the valley. I told them I'd do whatever they needed. I was sure that what I lacked in experience I could make up for by what I lacked in maturity or raw intelligence. They said that they didn't have any work for me either and that jobs were tight and almost impossible to get in the valley. I walked out of the store discouraged and looked at Randy, who was leaning against the VW. Rather than feeding my discouragement or saying "I told you so," Randy fed my soul with words of truth and perspective.
"Bob, you can do this thing if you want. You have the stuff it takes to pull it off. These guys don't know what they're missing. Let's try a few more places."
And then, just like he had said the day before on his porch, Randy reiterated his statement: "Either way, Bob, I'm with you." His words gave me tremendous comfort.
I applied at nearly every business in the valley and struck out every time. There were simply no jobs available and no hope of one opening up soon.
The evening approached as the sun sank low in the hills. It was one of those sunsets displaying the kinds of vibrant colors that would have made a painter's canvas look overambitious. But I was still heartened: this sunset was real, I was in Yosemite, my friend was with me, and I still had a shot at my dream.
Randy and I headed back to the campsite and snuck into the same tent we had commandeered the night before. I didn't sleep well or long as I sorted through my very short list of options. There was no work, I had no money, I was a high school dropout, Randy snored, and I had to go to the bathroom. That about covered my list of problems from least to greatest.
The next morning came with a crispness that only fueled my anxiety. Randy stirred next to me in his sleeping bag, gave a couple phlegm-filled coughs, and said in a much-too-cheery voice, "Let's go climb some rocks!" We headed to the foot of one of the monolith cliffs and bouldered for a couple of hours, talking trash to each other about who was the better climber. By midday, we headed back to the valley to see if any businesses had miraculously decided to expand their operations overnight. It felt like the shop owners had quietly met somewhere when they learned that I was arriving in the valley and were conspiring against me to dash my dreams. The same rocks I had come to climb were now beginning to look like barricades. I applied at the remaining small storefronts I hadn't tried the day before. Do I even need to waste my breath to tell you what happened?
Randy and I sat on the front bumper of my VW Bug and leaned back against its flimsy and slightly rusted hood that buckled slightly under our weight. The sun was getting low in the valley again, and the granite cliffs I'd hoped to count as neighbors were casting long, dark shadows on the ground, each of the deepening shadows pointing toward the road exiting the valley.
I only had a few bucks left after buying gas, and Randy offered to spring for dinner. As we walked back out to the car after eating, I turned to Randy and said, "You know, Randy, you've been great coming with me and everything, but it looks like I'm striking out. I think what I'll do is head back and finish up high school." After a short pause, Randy said again what had become a comfort to me throughout the trip: "Man, whatever you decide, just know that either way I'm with you, Bob."
Randy had been with me, and I could tell that he was "with me" in spirit as much as with his presence. He was committed to me and he believed in me. I wasn't a project; I was his friend. I wondered if maybe all Christians operated this way. I didn't think so, because most of them I had met up until that time were kind of wimpy and seemed to have more opinions about what or who they were against than who they were for. Without much more discussion, Randy and I exchanged a silent look and a nod, which meant we were done. Without a word spoken, I hopped in the driver's seat of the car, Randy hopped in the passenger seat, and we followed the path cast from the long shadows the day before. I was going back.
We didn't talk much as we left Yosemite Valley or for much of the way home, for that matter. A dream of mine had just checked into hospice, and Randy was sensitive enough to know I needed some margin to think. We drove for five or six quiet hours. Every once in a while, Randy would check on me in his confident and upbeat voice. "Hey, how are you doing, Bob?"
We pulled down some familiar streets and into Randy's driveway. There was another car in the drive next to Randy's that looked like his girlfriend's. She visited often. We walked up to the front door and he opened it. I walked in behind Randy uninvited, but somehow I still felt welcome. On the floor, I noticed a stack of plates and some wrapping paper, a coffeemaker, some glasses. On the couch there was a microwave half in a box. I didn't understand at first. Had Randy just had a birthday? Was it his girlfriend's? A microwave seemed like a weird way to celebrate someone's arrival into the world. I knew Randy wasn't moving because there wouldn't be wrapping paper. Then, from around the corner, the other half of this couple bounded out and threw her arms around Randy. "Welcome home, honey." Then the nickel dropped.
I felt both sick and choked up in an instant. I realized that these were wedding presents on the floor. Randy and his girlfriend had just gotten married. When I had knocked on Randy's door on that Sunday morning, Randy didn't see just a high school kid who had disrupted the beginning of his marriage. He saw a kid who was about to jump the tracks. Instead of spending the early days of his marriage with his bride, he spent it with me, sneaking into the back of a tent.
Why? It was because Randy loved me. He saw the need and he did something about it. He didn't just say he was for me or with me. He was actually present with me.
What I learned from Randy changed my view permanently about what it meant to have a friendship with Jesus. I learned that faith isn't about knowing all of the right stuff or obeying a list of rules. It's something more, something more costly because it involves being present and making a sacrifice. Perhaps that's why Jesus is sometimes called Immanuel—"God with us." I think that's what God had in mind, for Jesus to be present, to just be with us. It's also what He has in mind for us when it comes to other people.
The world can make you think that love can be picked up at a garage sale or enveloped in a Hallmark card. But the kind of love that God created and demonstrated is a costly one because it involves sacrifice and presence. It's a love that operates more like a sign language than being spoken outright. What I learned from Randy about the brand of love Jesus offers is that it's more about presence than undertaking a project. It's a brand of love that doesn't just think about good things, or agree with them, or talk about them. What I learned from Randy reinforced the simple truth that continues to weave itself into the tapestry of every great story:
Chapter TwoSNIPER FIRE
I used to think I had to act a certain way to follow God, but now I know God doesn't want us to be typical.
I heard about Jesus for the first time when I was in high school from a guy named Doug, who I used to shoot BB guns with. We would go out in the woods by a reservoir and shoot at cans and old car fenders. Neither of us was a very good shot and we rarely hit what we aimed for, so we just called whatever we hit the target. There are a lot of people who still do that. Being in the woods and armed makes a fifteen-year-old feel like he has chest hair. The prospect of losing an eye also kept us coming back. It's not necessarily a guy thing—well, actually, yes. It's a guy thing.
One day, Doug's BB gun broke and he got a pellet gun. I wanted to have a pellet gun too, but I couldn't find someone to hook me up with one, so I kept using my old gun I got when I was eight years old. There was a big difference between Doug's legit pellet gun and my crummy BB gun. My gun didn't shoot very far or very well. After it was cocked once, it could almost shoot across the room. That is, unless a fan was on, then only about half that distance. It did have a slot where you could put a couple of drops of oil that would turn into a little puff of blue smoke when you pulled the trigger. Despite this fun little feature, mine was no match for Doug's gun, and we both knew it. Doug's pellet gun shot like a real gun too. He could pump it up what seemed like an unlimited number of times, and we imagined it could pierce steel. He put a huge scope on the barrel and then put camouflage on the gun, mostly made of old socks painted green and some weeds. It was an awesome piece of firepower compared to my Daisy BB gun, even though mine had blue smoke and his didn't. I thought I'd save up for a pellet gun like Doug's and maybe a rifle rack too. Yes, definitely a rifle rack.
One lazy afternoon, Doug and I were walking side by side along a trail in the woods. I was looking for new cans to shoot or ones to finish off we'd only wounded the week before. Suddenly I noticed Doug wasn't at my side any longer. I looked to the left and right, but Doug was nowhere to be found. When I looked behind me, however, I saw the muzzle of Doug's pellet gun pointing at me from behind a tree, half a green sock hanging from the scope, which was up to his eye. I had become the next tin can, and I did what any hardened gunslinger would do—I ran. As I ran, I cocked my Daisy BB gun with the blue smoke and just over the rise in the hill I turned to defend myself. But before I could get a round off, Doug pulled his trigger and shot me right in the belly.
Doug must have pumped up his gun twenty times or more, because I fell to my knees, looked down, and there was a hole and some blood where the pellet went through my shirt and inside of me. We were both pretty surprised and wonderfully amazed at the same time. We had just become one of those stories you hear about. Doug prayed for me and told me not to walk toward the light. I told Doug he could have my bicycle if I didn't make it. We put gum and leaves over the hole to stop the bleeding and made our way back to Doug's bedroom to get some tweezers and get the pellet out. We splashed some Scope mouthwash on the hole to clean it, then dug in with the tweezers and got the pellet. He awarded me a purple heart, I gave him a sniper medal, and we vowed to go back and shoot at each other as often as we could.
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Table of Contents
Foreword Donald Miller ix
Introduction: Love Does xiii
1 I'm with You 1
2 Sniper Fire 10
3 Ryan in Love 17
4 The Reach 25
5 The Rearview Mirror 31
6 "Go Buy Your Books!" 38
7 Sweet Maria 46
8 Wedding Cake 54
9 Just Say Yes 59
10 The Interviews 67
11 There's More Room 76
12 Wow, What a Hit! 84
13 Bigger and Better 89
14 A New Kind of Diet 94
15 A Word Not to Use 99
16 Hunting Grizzlies 103
17 Corner Store Economics 109
18 Catching a Ride 113
19 Jeepology 120
20 Ten-Year-Old Adventures 128
21 Hearing Aid 137
22 The Puppeteer 145
23 Friends, Welcome Home 151
24 Lose the Cape 159
25 God Is Good 164
26 Jailbreak 173
27 The Story 183
28 Skin in the Game 189
29 Memorizing Jesus 197
30 Palms Up 203
31 Two Bunk John 206
About the Author 223
Connect with Bob 224
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
You know what? I really liked this book. It was a fun compilation of whimsical and fascinating stories by a man who is saved by the grace of Yeshua. The way this man sees life and walks through it is remarkable. From stories of proposals, purchases, children, slavery, prisons, guns, Disneyland, and other seemingly unconnected places, the overall theme of love prevails. Goff is not incredibly theological and doesn't really even quote Scripture that much (he more often talks about what Yeshua did while not referencing specific verses). I love (no pun intended) the theme of a love that goes out and actually does stuff. At times, one could feel insignificant when compared to a man who goes around pursuing justice for children in Uganda--a man who frees child prisoners and sets up schools in poor places. However, what I like best about this book is that Goff never comes off as ostentatious or a braggart. Will we all be social activists who live their life like Goff? Of course not. But what one does learn from this book is that everyone can DO something, no matter how small; and that Yahweh loves us all the same. It doesn't matter if someone DOES more than someone else. What matters is that we all DO something. Also, all proceeds of this book go to charity. Since each chapter is a separate life story, one can leave this book for a while and come back to it later...not missing a beat.
I have been a fan of 'Bob Goff' stories for a while and whenever anyone would mention one, it made me want to jump in my car, drive down to San Diego and knock on his door. I would hug sweet Maria and tell them both I think they're awesome. And they might offer me some ice cream and a rest on their back porch. We would tell stories and make a crazy plan for the next chapter of my life. And then I would get to drive home and tell the world I'm friends with the Goffs. Needless to say, I couldn't wait to get my hands on this book. I wanted to read the stories as Bob tells them in his own words. This book is a compilation of stories: audacious, whimsical, incredible stories. Love Does is easy to read and is not crowded with fancy words or self importance. It simply gives you a glimpse at a life that holds nothing back. The chapters are short enough that you can pick it up when you're needing a good read, or you can just devour it all at once like I did. Either way, it's worth it. The most surprising thing about this book? Instead of walking away thinking what a great guy Bob Goff is, I walked away thinking that maybe I can live this way too. Maybe I'm just ordinary enough, just secretly incredible enough to DO things. And maybe instead of getting in my car to go stalk Bob Goff and sweet Maria, I'll just look for ways to outrageously go 'off-road' with the way I love. So I bought 3 more copies to give away. And I stocked my freezer with ice cream, with the plan of inviting some people over to sit on my back porch. Yeah. It's that good. Click "Buy".
Hey guys. One of my favourite parts of being part of the booksneeze programme is getting to find kind of the yet - to - be - discovered literary gems. In Bob Goff’s ‘Love Does,’ I’ve found such a gem. Before I go on, though, I need to let you know that I did, in fact, receive this book for free from the Thomas Nelson publisher through their booksneeze blogging programme in exchange for an honest review. I am under no obligation to give this book a positive review. Everything that you are about to read is completely, 100% my own thoughts. Anyway, so I’ve been noticing more and more biographies coming through booksneeze recently. The thing is with most of these biographies, however, is that most of them are of celebrities. Or at least people that I’ve heard of. Before this book, though, I had never heard of Bob Goff. But when I read the summation of the book on the review page, I was intrigued. This guy seemed like he had it going on. So I ordered the book and wasn’t disappointed. This book is funny, thought-provoking, and completely enjoyable to read. I love it, and it does a fantastic job of showing how a person can live putting love into action. I give this book five out of five stars.
Makes me want to "do," not just dream. I read this book for the first time from the library. When i was done, i bought it to read again.
In Love Does, Bob Goff describes a way of following Jesus that is fun, creative, and authentic. Bob empowers average folks to step out and do extraordinary things for the sake of love. And more than just describe it or prescribe it - Bob does it. He gives real life examples of what it looks like to practice christianity with whimsy. Bob opens the book with a story of his Young Life leader encouraging him and going along with him on the adventure of life. He goes on to tell stories of saying "yes" to Jesus' invitation of living life to the fullest. This philosophy has taken him all over the world as he pursues loving God and loving other people. It is embarrassing that Bob's life looks so different from the typical christian because his faith and trust take him to places we should be. His faith in action is inspiring and he manages to tell his stories in a way that invite us in, to go on our own adventures. His tales of whimsy encourage the reader to take chances on opportunities in faith - not knowing if it will come out the way they hope, but worth the risk. One of the adventures this has led Bob to is Charlie. First, Bob received a phone call from his friend Doug claiming to be Ugandan Prime Minister Apolo Nsibambi. Doug says that he wants him to counsel him and Bob says jokingly, "Sure, does someone owe you money or something?" Bob leaves that conversation thinking his buddy had a pretty good accent but he wasn't fooling anybody. Weeks later Bob gets another phone call from Doug posing as the Ugandan Prime Minister and this time he wants to meet Bob in New York. Bob says "sure, why not!" and schedules a time to meet his buddy at the airport and is expecting a sign saying something like "gotcha, dinner's on me" or something. Bob arrives and is greeted by Apolo Nsibambi - the actual Prime Minister of Uganda! He is stunned and then the Prime Minister clarifies that he wanted Bob to be the Consul for Uganda, not to just counsel him. Bob sees the opportunity this is for accomplishing stuff that Jesus would love so he says yes. As Consul, Bob finds out about witch doctors who mutilate and kill children for rituals where they bury their body parts within a structure for supposed magical benefits. Bob is the first to ever prosecute one of these witch doctors and has the opportunity to take down the biggest baddest for the premiere. A boy has been mutilated and left for dead. But he has survived, Bob calls him Charlie. Charlie is rescued, stands trial, and even has corrective surgery for his mutilation. The witch doctor is convicted and sitting on death row. Bob spreads the word to the other witch doctors that the killing will end or they will all end up like the one on death row. Bob also cares for and loves Charlie: making him the king of parades, setting him to flight with 1000 balloons, and taking him to meet the president. This is what Bob means by "Love Does". This is the love of Christ lived out by his followers. Since reading the book I sent Bob a facebook message and thanked him for the book. He actually responded quite quickly and proceeded to encourage me in my own endeavors and relationship with Christ. See this review and others like it at booked and convicted. [update] I got to hear Bob speak at a convention in San Diego as well as a little church plant here in San Jose and it was pretty sweet to hear what he has been up to. Just this week he was flying back to Uganda to help facilitate the witch doctor speaking to all of the death row inmates because he has since asked Christ for forgiveness and committed his life to him. He will be sharing how witch craft has gotten him to this point and how Jesus frees him from sin. So legit!
It is a fun quick read that is very inspirational. Take action and live life to the fullest. Highly recommended for all to read.
Spiritually encouraging in a fun yet challenging book. Definitely an outside the box look at loving God and people.
This book is very enjoyable to read and well worth your time.
Love Does, is currently one of my most favorite books! Although Goff doesn't quote directly from the bible, it is explicit that he is doing Jesus' word. This is pure passion that is really rare, and I hope Bob's love spreads like icing on a cake. I reccomend this book to anyone who has doubted their faith or had a good day and had a bad day.
This book is an extremely accessible read, and whilst he is a Christian it could be read by just about anyone - the point of the book isn't to show theological doctrine, but rather a life that's been changed by love and is really rather remarkable.
By far one of the best books I have ever read. Bob writes with such an authetic heart through simply telling stories. This book was sweetly given to me and before I had even finished it I had already bought two more copies and given them away. The book holds such a simple message that has such power: love met with action changes lives.
It's a book that you will keep coming back to. It is easy to listen to (or read) and the author is so down to earth. I make Love really seem effortless and you can't help but spread it around!
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Bob Goff is my kind of people!!!! I absolutely love this inspiring & funny book!!!! A must read!!!