It's called Grace Cathedral and the "Interlocutor" (I kid you not) is "The Very Reverend Doctor Jane Shaw." She tells Rob Bell she and her butchered sheep are "passionate about the arts," so you can see this is a pretty typical city church that's "in the city and for the city." There are all the usual suspects in all the usual ways.
Anyhow, there at Grace Cathedral in response to Ms. Shaw's interlocutions, the great conniver Rob Bell issues mists and vapors in a certain cloudy direction he tells us is transcendent. Then at the 37' mark, he starts to get excited when he gets an opportunity to kick and stomp on God and His Church with his jackboots.
Start listening around the 37' mark. Note the emphasis on "MY" and "MY" near the 40' mark. At 42:30, he bows the knee to sodomite marriage.
From the beginning this man has been wicked and it's a tribute to the death of true Christian faith in America that in Grand Rapids, home of Baker and Zondervan and Eerdmans and Calvin and all things Reformed, he packed them in each Lord's Day morning...
No discernment, none at all.
I first realized a quarter century ago that the defining mark of Evangelicalism isn't inerrancy or the substitutionary atonement or dispensationalism or Campus Crusade or utter neglect of the Church and her discipline, but the perfect hatred of discernment. Those who have been taken in by this charlatan who is Wheaton's Rasputin, Grand Rapids' Oracle of Delphi, Grace Cathedral's travelling huckster, Zondervan's Oscar Wilde, Tony Campolo's native son should stop and ask themselves how it happened?
There's a world of truth worth learning in the answer and a good place to start is that every last word from this Rasputin's mouth oozes flattery of his listeners.
Then there are his mists and vapors. Read Joseph's post, "Christianese mixed with a lot of blabber..."