A quorum of biblical scholars turned their doubts into thousands of dollars. Armed with Document Q they revealed nothing new but the dirt neath’ the white of their collars.
A proud “health & wealth” Oklahoman was renowned as a gospel-tent showman. While the scriptures he twisted, their tithing assisted his rise from poor hick to rich Roman.
A sexually diverse professor (assured he was not a transgressor) spoke only of openness glossing sin’s brokenness; rainbows and tolerance—yes sir.
A Mormon, who lost his own ephod Realized he was running quite slipshod and invoked Joseph Smith. (Yes, it may be a myth— but it’s not like misplacing your I-pod…)
A Christian whose faith was prophetic held to views that were truly pathetic. This crazed Pentecostal, not quite an apostle, had taken an End-Times emetic.
A sober and staid Presbyterian was distrustful of thoughts millenarian. After smoking some bud, he awoke with a thud; in his sleep he’d become Rastafarian.
A preacher who fleeced his disciples overdrew his own balance of scruples. He was finally captured (defrocked and un-raptured) and rent by his destitute pupils.
A sister who waxed Pentecostal, mistook herself for an apostle. Speaking pure glossolalia she sure could regale ya’ with prophecy; crazy—but docile.
What's wrong? Too hard to LIKE me ? ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha