Brennan Manning, 1934-2013

Rest in Peace, Brennan Manning

Brennan Manning, 1934-2013

Brennan Manning, 1934-2013

"Oh no!" That was my response this morning when I saw on Twitter that Brennan Manning, the alcoholic ragamuffin saint, passed away yesterday.

I first found Manning through The Ragamuffin Gospel, as many people do. I was struck by his raw honesty and entire dependence on God. Billing itself as "good news for the bedraggled, beat-up, and burnt-out," the book was a fresh cup of grace to many who were tired of fellow Christians' legalism and judgment.

And did he ever need that cup of grace. Luther once famously said to "sin boldly," and it pleases me to think that Manning did just that. By that I don't mean that he sinned any more than most of us. I think that for him, "sin boldly" was not so much a license to sin as a license to talk about it. He was not a hider.

A couple of years ago when I read his memoir, All Is Grace, it moved me deeply. It was published right around the same time as Flunking Sainthood, and I was beginning to hear from readers how much they appreciated authors' willingness to discuss spiritual failures in public. Such transparency was and is very hard for me, but I have learned that it is the way of healing.

Here is what I wrote at the time:

This memoir is the first thing I’ve read of Manning’s in a very long time, and I found it unexpectedly powerful. It’s good that he recounts his life in chronological order, because by the time you get to the “sin boldly” part, in which he reveals his deeply troubled adult journey, you’ve already read about a childhood so loveless and miserable it would make a Roald Dahl character appear cherished by comparison. His mother’s seething, cold angularity; his father’s ne’er-do-well abusiveness; the sudden death of his only true boyhood friend: It’s all there, along with urban poverty, the Great Depression, and the proverbial wolf at the door.

It’s my observation that kids who come from shame-based backgrounds tend to head in one of two basic directions: they either 1) program themselves on “repeat,” mimicking their parents’ substance abuse and descending into chaos, or 2)  sublimate the dangerous self by trying to be The Good Child. During my own turbulent adolescence—which was on my mind constantly while reading this book, since the weekend I read it marked the first anniversary of my father’s death—I chose what was behind Door #2: social acceptance, academic success, a place in the world. The shadow side of that path, the one they never warn you can be every bit as destructive as what’s behind Door #1, is that external approval becomes its own brand of addiction. It becomes increasingly difficult to keep it real and fight what Manning calls “the impostor self.”

Manning, rather magnanimously, chose both paths. He did this in an almost laughably stereotypical way, by becoming the good Catholic boy who stumbles through mass on Sunday morning because he’s still hung over from Saturday night.  By age 18 he was drinking a dozen beers every night (every night?!), a pint of rye whiskey every other day, and a liter of sake about once a week. He was also beginning to write (a talent he honed in the military, of all places), discovering his unexpected gift for captivating audiences with his words while feeling an even more unexpected tug to the priesthood.

Manning was a priest for many years, and then, just as suddenly, he wasn’t anymore. He had fallen in love. His discussion of this phase of his life is one of the most tender and joyous parts of the book, but it doesn’t last. It wasn’t long before Manning resumed the alcoholism he hoped he had laid to rest forever when he became a priest. One particularly heartbreaking scene in the book has him admitting that he would provide spiritual wisdom for audiences and delight the crowds immediately before checking himself into an anonymous motel in that same town, unplugging the phone so his wife couldn’t reach him, and drinking himself into a stupor. He would be on his bender for several days and then fly directly from that city to his next speaking engagement so as to avoid facing his wife.

But there is true repentance in these pages, genuine sorrow for the ways he has damaged the people he loves. It is a beautiful book, its intensity all the more vivid because Manning is now ill and probably dying. As such, the beginning and end of the book offer a kind of festschrift to frame his story. Numerous friends and mentees share memories of how they met Manning or how he helped to turn their lives around. In the end, these loving voices do much to quiet Manning’s own articulated fears that his sins have outweighed the good he has done with his life. And throughout, always, is the underlying rhythm of a loving and forgiving God—a God Manning will meet sooner rather than later.

Grace, in the end, is everything.

Rest in peace, beloved ragamuffin.



  1. Thank you for your kind words of Mr. Manning. He truly was a saint in his own rite.

  2. Thank you for these kind words. I was also deeply saddened to read this last night on Twitter. My copy of Raggamuffin Gospel is on loan presently to a friend, and I’m really missing it today.

  3. I owe Brennan a lifetime of thanks. Growing up under the law of Fundamentalism, he showed me a Father full of love not judgement. I am happy to think of him in the loving arms of our Abba.

  4. Although sad when I heard of his passing, I am filled with joy thinking of Mr. Manning in the loving arms of his Papa! Brennan helped me realize that God loves me with all of my flaws and I could be open with my sins and still have a relationship with Him! Rest well Mr. Manning I hope to visit with you in heaven someday!

  5. I cannot express my sense of loss at Brennans passing. I went to see him speak at a service in Houston. I was sitting there and right next to me was Brennan I did not recognize him so I asked him if he was Brennan he said yes I thanked him for his book Raggmuffin gospel and how he was an inspiration. His reply was its not about Brennan its about Gods Grace. I wish the rest of the Christian world would catch the message we have nothing to offer God but he still gives us his grace. He will be missed but I will see him again. I am not a writer but I feel a loss of a great man whose simple message made a difference in my life. Thanks Bill

  6. Wow! I was just introducing a friend to Manning’s writings today. She does not yet know the Lord, and feels angry and burned by her mom and step fathers judgement language in discussing the Lord. My friend is open right now, and pursuing unity church and unity churches. God nudged me to tell her about Brennan Manning- and to go get the book and deliver it to her. So I did, and she was thrilled. I actually looked at his site because she said she would be glad to go hear him speak with me.
    Sad to hear of our loss, but overjoyed for his peace in the Lord!
    God be with his family.


  8. As a Christian who has admitted the poverty of my own spirit and member of A.A, when someone would ask me who my sponsor was, I would say, without hesitation, Brennan Manning. I never met him, yet his influence through his books has affected my interior life more that anyone I have ever known. I know the hole in my soul through which the cold wind blows. I know the emptiness and unhappiness of a broken life. I am the broken ragamuffin who grew tired any weary along the road of life. In my desperation, I prayed, “God help me”. The books of Brennan Manning, which I have read and reread for years (and given to others like me) have lead me to experience the love and grace of God, the grace that I can only describe as AMAZING! The love that has filled the hole in my soul which now has became whole. Thank you Brennan Manning, my sponsor, for teaching me ruthless trust! God bless you Brennan….for He has blessed me with you. With Love, Dr, Glen H.

  9. He taught me that God loves me just as I am.

  10. Thanks to Brennan Manning for constantly reminding me that the furious longing of God for me fills a vacum in my heart. I hunger patiently to know God’s longing will bring me safely Home.

  11. Thanks for this, Jana. I was moved by your description of Manning’s continual good works in the face of his harmful behavior. There is grace in that mixture. William James said that no good action could be judged until measuring the cries and moans of the wounded in its wake. Each of us does wrong and right–but we trust grace and love wins out. I do believe God follows the same pattern in His modis operandi. We don’t need a Perfect Being to lead us–just one who outloves us all.

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    Well said. And thanks to all who commented on this post. It’s clear that Brennan Manning will be missed by many.

  13. Thank you and God love you, Brennan Manning. May you now live in eternal peace!

  14. Hi Mark, did you know that there is a huge mural in the Sistine Chapel of Jesus, portrayed by Michelangelo as a strong young man. He has his fist raised. It is a scene of the Last Judgement. It has become common for many Christians to want a Jesus who won’t judge, but such a Jesus is not the Jesus of the Gospel. The Jesus who loves us, the Good Shepherd, is also our Judge.

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