A fat monk tacks a stack of papers to the church door
There will be a debate about where faith and practice meet
Seems that sometimes faith is about convenience,
Sometimes God’s mercy is bought and sold
Since this time wars are fought
Arguments continued
At times polite, at time more than words
What form should reformation take?
Why is the debate a symbol?
Simple objections to a common practice
Questions about lines of authority
Perhaps questions exposed corruption
Debate was so common
Publicly posting academic talk was normal
A Doctor of Theology, with a teaching post
Nothing beyond a monk’s squabble
Similar squabbles appeared elsewhere
Sometimes even true breaks
There was both isolation, and connection
No perfection in the world of men
The old arguments are often repeated
Though, these days, we forget who said what!
The writings can be clearly read
Yet who has the time to read everything?
Grebel, Luther, Calvin
They’re arguments lead to bloodshed
Huss, Wycliff, Waldo
Though they were centuries earlier they are forgotten
There were always more than two voices
More than one thing to consider
Have we forgotten there is room for debate?
Perhaps reform is going back to that distant past
Perhaps reforming the structure solves nothing
Instead, Christ must reform our hearts
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