The bald-headed,
bespectacled theologian
Sits in his cluttered cubicle
of narrow thought,
Anguishing in labor pains
as he tries to give birth
To a new Scriptural connotation,
as yet untaught.

There musing over the monumental mass Of theological trivia and religious misinformation, He fervently concludes that God intends him To combat this pseudo-theology with derogative exhortation.

Then thoughtlessly stumbling to the window Of his cubicle of supposed sound doctrinal action, He triumphantly thrusts out his theological musket To open fire on what must surely be a satanic faction.

Standing firm
as a dedicated Christian soldier,
He fires each round
and apologetically defends
What he considers
the true word of God,
Hoping through such tactical warfare
to make amends.

 

Having thoroughly bombarded
all opponents
With his barrage
of theological prate,
He scurries to his padded chair
to say with Paul to Timothy,
"I have fought the good fight;
I have kept the faith."

 

This being the preoccupation
of many self-made theologians,
Where is the broad-minded person,
possibly labeled a religious "dove,"
Who with Christian ardor will say,
"In essentials unity,
In non-essentials liberty,
In all things LOVE."