In the small, Mid-west town known by the name of Bomont, a panel of fundamentalist Baptist preachers recently released a study confirming a well-known, but never empirically proven fact: dancing is of the devil. As any serious student of the Scriptures knows, dancing of any form is anathema, leading partakers to swiftly endure the full fury of the Almighty.
Yet surprisingly, the panel stumbled upon the root cause of dancing – something which has alluded Baptists since the dawn of the church itself, as evidenced in The Trail of Blood.
The Patristic Baptists had notorious difficulty pinning down the exact cause of dancing. Sadly, it is widely acknowledged that many in this era were carried away with the notion of dancing due to incoming heretical sects claiming King David danced.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, yeah right!
Heavy-hitting, Medieval Baptist theologians proposed such lofty claims as fire ants, a sudden spasm of the back and legs, or a pants-demon. Unfortunately, these arguments were heavily contested in the true church and as a result, the church entered the dark ages.
It was only during the Reformation that the church started to see real fruit (no, not from that LUTHERAN monk). The continued line of the true, Baptist church made inroads in various other sects, even causing Presbyterians to FINALLY sit still, like a good, respectable worshipper. Yet much to the chagrin of Baptists everywhere, libations continued as that rabblerouser, Martin Luther, encouraged the drink of the devil’s juice.
Given the proclivity of the culture to drink, dance, and to have women wear pants – it seemed like all was lost. In comes Pastor Hal E. Looya of Hephzibah Hell-Fire Baptized Holiness Baptist Church of the First Born Baptist Church. Hal proposed the idea of a panel of experts at the First Annual Baptist-Only Ecumenical Potluck in the spring of this last year.
The mission: to put to rest the sins of the heart, which lead to dancing.
The panel hosted several Baptist ministers from the tristate area who supported their thesis with various, anecdotal stories, proof-texts, and a thunderin’ and a hollerin’. After hours of deliberation, tears, sweat, and several refreshment breaks, the question was finally congregationally-voted to rest: premarital sex leads to dancing.
They commemorated the breakthrough with a vintage, sparkling Welch’s, just like the Lord would, and a tuna casserole from great aunt Judy, who bore no familial relation to anyone present. One person clapped their hands and was immediately detained by the deaconate for further investigation.