Lyrical Doctrine – where limericks and theology meet

I shall now recite a spiritual limerick:

The doctrine we call pneumatology
Is tougher to learn than biology
I’ve no cause to fear it
Because of the Spirit
Who guides me in learning theology


Your own limerick offerings are gratefully accepted in the comment section below. They don’t have to be good, as you can see from the example above.


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12 Responses to Lyrical Doctrine – where limericks and theology meet

  1. Jeannie says:

    Good one, Tim! This is a nod to my Reformed background:

    If TULIP theology seems hazy,
    Please do not replace it with DAISY.
    “He loves me, or not”
    is a depressing thought
    and can drive a person totally crazy.

    • Tim says:

      I am predestined to love that limerick, Jeannie!

    • Laura Droege says:

      Love that, Jeannie! Oddly enough, one of my characters in my first novel does just this at one point in the novel. She picks a flower and starts picking off the leaves: God loves me, He loves me not. She’s feeling condemned by many of her fellow Christians and guilty because of her past; it takes a while, but she does come back to the reality of God’s grace. 🙂

  2. Laura Droege says:

    I feel sheepish admitting this, but I had to look up pneumatology. Why couldn’t our theologically-minded ancestors just use normal words?! I always get my “ologies” mixed up!

  3. Pastor Bob says:

    First read was “pneumology” — and I KNOW BETTER!
    limerick later….

  4. Pneumatology? Second on the left past soteriology. They’re a bit busy in there today. There was an accident over in eschatology. All of a sudden they just disappeared.

    I now have a nightmarish vision – not so much a mansion with many rooms but a vast hospital with various different, sanitised departments and instead of angels there’s men and women in white coats with clipboards and stethoscopes. And in this version, Jesus is the porter, or maybe the food trolley lady.

    Forgive my heresies;
    They’re frankly my nemeses.
    I’m better at haiku.

  5. Ruth says:

    There was a young woman named Ward,
    Who, by the blogs of Tim was never bored.
    But pnuematology
    And eschatology
    Left her feeling the need for psychology!

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