CHURCH of the NEBULAS SPIRIT
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Sunday, January 23, 2005
Theory of Relativity with a Third Church Twist
You Can’t Pick Your Family…. Or Can You?
There won’t be any science lesson with the sermon this morning, hopefully you weren’t expecting one.
Today we’re going to be talking about family. Traditionally, I suppose it is true that you can not pick your family. I mean you’re born into it, so it’s pretty much a “you’re stuck with what you get hope you get a good one” situation. Or is it? That’s the question… the true $60,000,000 question. Here at the church we firmly believe that there is no such thing as being stuck with the cards you’re dealt. You can make your own fortune and we’re not just talking clever gambling here! You truly can choose your family by creating a network of individuals with similar beliefs.
A classic example of the “create a family craze” that swept the church comes from our lovely Fricken Bunch. Most of them haven’t ever met, hell most of ‘em don’t even live on the same continent but they’re as much of a family as any could be, if not more! I know for a fact that they talk more and spend more time together than any blood relations would! They all care for each other just as much and then there’s the obligatory names like Sis, Bro, Mom, Pop… you know, all that jive. It’s even got to the point of Fricken-in-Laws. Now if THAT’s not family I don’t know what is!
Family is what you make, not what it makes you. Keep your blood family, make your soul family… members may come and go across both lines perhaps you’ve got a member of your blood family who is also in your soul family, perhaps you don’t, either way is acceptable and fine. The point is family is “pickable” and you have the choice to make your own “Bunch”. Your life will be better for it!
So today the moral of the sermon is indeed that family is important, necessary, wonderful, important, makes ya laugh, makes ya cry, sometimes scary, and frequently dysfunctional… but ya can’t live without ‘em!
Now it’s about time to end this little talk with a simple “prayer” up to the gods of the pancake breakfast so here goes…
Bless the meat, damn the skins… rear back your ears and poke it in! Yay God!
AMEN
the word was delivered at:
.........................You Can’t Pick Your Family…. Or Can You?
There won’t be any science lesson with the sermon this morning, hopefully you weren’t expecting one.
Today we’re going to be talking about family. Traditionally, I suppose it is true that you can not pick your family. I mean you’re born into it, so it’s pretty much a “you’re stuck with what you get hope you get a good one” situation. Or is it? That’s the question… the true $60,000,000 question. Here at the church we firmly believe that there is no such thing as being stuck with the cards you’re dealt. You can make your own fortune and we’re not just talking clever gambling here! You truly can choose your family by creating a network of individuals with similar beliefs.
A classic example of the “create a family craze” that swept the church comes from our lovely Fricken Bunch. Most of them haven’t ever met, hell most of ‘em don’t even live on the same continent but they’re as much of a family as any could be, if not more! I know for a fact that they talk more and spend more time together than any blood relations would! They all care for each other just as much and then there’s the obligatory names like Sis, Bro, Mom, Pop… you know, all that jive. It’s even got to the point of Fricken-in-Laws. Now if THAT’s not family I don’t know what is!
Family is what you make, not what it makes you. Keep your blood family, make your soul family… members may come and go across both lines perhaps you’ve got a member of your blood family who is also in your soul family, perhaps you don’t, either way is acceptable and fine. The point is family is “pickable” and you have the choice to make your own “Bunch”. Your life will be better for it!
So today the moral of the sermon is indeed that family is important, necessary, wonderful, important, makes ya laugh, makes ya cry, sometimes scary, and frequently dysfunctional… but ya can’t live without ‘em!
Now it’s about time to end this little talk with a simple “prayer” up to the gods of the pancake breakfast so here goes…
Bless the meat, damn the skins… rear back your ears and poke it in! Yay God!
AMEN
the word was delivered at:
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