A beautiful script
upon the page
a calligrapher's delicate hand
The words themselves
tell truth
and love
and goodness
The insight and the ink
drawn together
in flawless form
But it is just gallery beauty
safely cordoned off
from indelicate hands
Look, but do not touch
Admire, but do not use
lest the paper become torn
and the ink smudged
Then this priceless treasure
becomes worthless
crumpled, and cast aside
Too often, our theology is like that...
good on paper but ultimately
torn
damaged
discarded
a fine vellum
useless for anything
except a showpiece
We need a rugged theology
leather perhaps, but not parchment
one that withstands
the scuffles
and bruises
of a rough and tumble world
each scar enhancing its beauty
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