(In memory of Calvinistic Baptist theologian and pastor Andrew Fuller, who was a wrestler in his youth)
A cub grappled on the mat of his youth
became a pen-wrestler for the truth,
a lion in the pulpit, den, and desk
ready to roar for a faith he’d confess.
Cubs of Sozzini and Glas roared as well,
you may notice that,
but the truth they couldn’t quell;
the Lord sent Fuller to the mat.
by Mark Nenadov (this poem previously appeared in Reformed Perspectives)