Scripted across the expanse that is the inside of his right bicep and triceps, in Gothic letters large enough to easily read from several bar stools away, a pastor friend once showed me his “Bad Theology Kills” tattoo. His daily reminder, he said, of the dangers of the profession. Yep. I don’t have tattoos. I tend to collect scars and have lots of those. Scars are like tattoos in that ‘reminder’ kind of way. But if I were to get a tattoo, or I could wish a tattoo on everyone in the world, “Bad Theology Kills” would be a top choice.