The dull rhythms of theological prose are often incredibly frustrating to slog through, even by those who are innately interested in the subject matter. Occasionally, I pick up a theological text or journal and muse it should be relegated to the dungeons of archival Gehenna just because it’s so boring.
Though this is a problem which plagues all academia, what happened to a theology that’s creative, vivacious, or even eccentric? Is there anyone doing what Ezekiel was doing? Or, even Isaiah? (Their poetry, not object-lessons).
As for philosophy, we could lament much the same.
Certainly, there are those who combine the best and most virtuous traits of veracity and rhetoric, truth and palatability. But then, the tragedy of our information swamps overwhelm us, that many of these writers are not more widely disseminated.
All this to say, are very few theologians who transcend the stereotype of cultural archaeologists. When will we learn how to write better prose?
Only a few will ever be Michaelangelos, but we can at least consider ourselves diligent craftsmen.