I’m through, finished. It’s over. The rotund female has sung. I don’t think I’ll post any more.
Why? you ask. (The two of you who’ll read this will ask anyway.)
There must be room in our thinking for an artistic theology. Call it creative if you like � or heretical if you must. All I know is that the hard and fast answers I�ve been forced to calculate often leave me wondering more than knowing. Go ahead and exegete your passages, decipher your Greek, parse your participles and preach your sermons. I�m going to turn around in the pew and color.
Tap me when it�s time to sing.