The First Church of the Heretics

(21:51:45) Bookwyrm: Hmm, what should I call the church?
(21:51:54) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad: Hmmm.
(21:51:56) malkah: Poor Darwin. XD
(21:52:00) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad: Saint Booky's. . . something.
(21:52:08) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad: Wait, you a saint? Never mind.
(21:52:11) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad: Ithie!!!
(21:52:13) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad hugtackles
(21:52:20) MinotaurforAslan: The non-levites?
(21:52:21) Bookwyrm: Hey Ithi
(21:52:21) malkah: The Snarkathedral.
(21:52:24) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad: Are you feeling any better?
(21:52:30) malkah: IZZY!
(21:52:32) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad: THE SNARKATHEDRAL. xD
(21:52:35) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad: I LOVE that. xDDD
(21:52:38) Bookwyrm: lol
(21:52:42) Bookwyrm: me too
(21:52:50) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad: And he can deliver snarky sermons and it will quickly become the most populous religion in the world.
(21:53:09) malkah: Yes. With a worldwide Youtube congregation of millions.
(21:53:15) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad: Yes!!! XD
(21:53:42) malkah: He'll have the Imperial March played on the organ when he comes up to preach.
(21:53:49) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad FISTPUMP
(21:53:50) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad: Mal.
(21:53:55) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad: You are a genius.
(21:53:56) MinotaurforAslan: I might go to that church
(21:53:57) Bookwyrm: Definitely
(21:54:00) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad: Booky, you should hire her.
(21:54:06) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad: I'd definitely go.
(21:54:11) Bookwyrm: And instead of suits and dresses, we would wear capes
(21:54:17) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad: YES!
(21:54:21) malkah: YES.
(21:54:24) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad: What would the choir outfits look like?
(21:54:37) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad: WB, Cor
(21:54:38) Ellesar should plug in her nook
(21:54:44) Bookwyrm: Storm trooper armor
(21:54:48) malkah: WB, Cor!
(21:54:49) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad: ROFL
(21:54:52) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad: I love this.
(21:54:56) PrinceCor004: returns
(21:55:01) malkah: LOL! XDDDD
(21:55:17) malkah: This is pure and utter win.
(21:55:23) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad: And the stained glass windows should all depict various scenes of geekdom.
(21:55:40) Lady_Arwen: I think the Grand High Snarpriest should wear a Fez and a bow tie.
(21:55:49) Bookwyrm: Yes! The TARDIS, the Enterprise
(21:55:49) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad: YESH.
(21:55:58) malkah: Yes yes yes
(21:56:10) Ellesar: you guys are weird
(21:56:19) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad: No, we're awesome.
(21:56:29) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad: Someday thousands will look back on this day as the start of a Brave New Geeky World.
(21:56:31) Lady_Arwen: We are TEH AWESOMZ
(21:56:33) Bookwyrm: Millenniam Falcon
(21:56:35) malkah: What else could you have? Comic books for hymnals?
(21:56:41) PrinceCor004: Each stained glass window depicts one iconic scene from a Sci Fi film, from Metropolis through The Matrix. xD
(21:56:45) Ellesar: you're weird, Rose
(21:56:46) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad rofls. XDDD
(21:56:46) Lady_Arwen: Milleniam?
(21:56:54) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad is AWESOME!!! Awesome, I tell you!
(21:56:57) Bookwyrm: Ooo, perfect, cor
(21:57:06) Ellesar: that's debateable, dear minion
(21:57:12) malkah: "We're weird now. Weirdness is cool. "
(21:57:15) Lady_Arwen: ...and we can have weeping angels guarding the gates!
(21:57:16) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad shniffles.
(21:57:18) Lady_Arwen: Ooo...problem.
(21:57:24) Ellesar: rofl malkah
(21:57:30) Lady_Arwen: What do you do with the headless monks?
(21:57:34) Bookwyrm: lol
(21:57:36) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad: We won't get in trouble with copyright stuff, will we?
(21:57:39) Ellesar: stay away from them?
(21:57:48) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad: Give them cabbages for heads?
(21:57:49) Bookwyrm: They would pass the collection plates around
(21:57:56) malkah: Have them collect the offering?
(21:58:01) Lady_Arwen: rofl
(21:58:02) malkah: Booky beat me to it. XD
(21:58:11) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad: And the collection goes to expanding Booky's comic book library.
(21:58:13) Lady_Arwen: No "donations" though!
(21:58:13) Bookwyrm: If people cheap out and put a quarter in, they start chanting
(21:58:17) georgiefan1: hi people!
(21:58:21) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad: Whit! *hugtackles*
(21:58:24) PrinceCor004: Have C3P0's as ushers....
(21:58:24) Lady_Arwen: Hey neighbor.
(21:58:38) georgiefan1: Rosie! *is hugtackled*
(21:58:41) Ellesar puts on an episode of Twilight Zone to watch before going to bed
(21:58:43) malkah: THAT would be awesome, Cor.
(21:58:45) georgiefan1: hi Neighbor!!!
(21:58:47) malkah: Squishie!
(21:58:58) georgiefan1: Auntie Dori!!!
(21:59:00) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad: I don't know why you want to watch the Twilight Zone when you can just watch the lunacy of chat, Elle.
(21:59:04) Lady_Arwen: And Data can be the dude that rides around in the go-cart taking people from their car to the door.
(21:59:28) PrinceCor004: @ LA. No, Robby the Robot! xDDD
(21:59:35) Bookwyrm: And after the service, we would adjourn to the church's cafeteria to have second breakfast
(21:59:42) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad:
(21:59:46) malkah rofls.
(21:59:50) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad: Can I be in charge of the food?
(21:59:57) Bookwyrm: sure
(22:00:04) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad: Yay!
(22:00:10) Lady_Arwen: ...and the elves can keep the Library.
(22:00:30) Ellesar: because I like having background noise, Rose
(22:00:31) Bookwyrm: yep
(22:00:42) PrinceCor004: Second breakfast which includes the special "Green Eggs and ham"
(22:00:44) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad wonders if Booky will dress as Darth Vader and do the sermons in Darth Vader voice.
(22:00:59) TheGentleWarrior: well... still doesn't look like it's emptied out much here, now has it?
(22:01:06) TheGentleWarrior: Maybe a bit of member change, but....
(22:01:06) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad: Gen! *pounces*
(22:01:10) georgiefan1: Darth Vader is scary!
(22:01:12) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad: Come, come! This is a very important day in your life!
(22:01:15) georgiefan1: Hermione!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(22:01:17) TheGentleWarrior: ROSE. O.O
(22:01:19) malkah: "Luuuuuke...I am your pastor." XD
(22:01:19) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad: The day you become enlightened about HERETICISM!
(22:01:23) TheGentleWarrior: Uhh... why? *is pounced on*
(22:01:27) malkah: Gen!
(22:01:28) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad: ROFL, Mal!!!
(22:01:32) TheGentleWarrior: Oookkk...?
(22:01:36) TheGentleWarrior: Hi Mal!
(22:01:37) PrinceCor004: Of course, you'd have to keep the Queeen in the basement in order to get the green eggs....
(22:01:41) Lady_Arwen: Darth Vader: "Mawwiage is what bwings us togetha tooday."
(22:01:43) TheGentleWarrior: GINNY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(22:01:52) TheGentleWarrior: .....
(22:01:52) malkah: ROFL, Wren!
(22:01:57) TheGentleWarrior: is someone getting married?
(22:02:05) Lady_Arwen: No.
(22:02:07) TheGentleWarrior: should I even ask?
(22:02:10) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad: We seriously need to make fake accounts on April Fool's day and post about this church in CR&P.
(22:02:13) TheGentleWarrior: ok...
(22:02:14) Lady_Arwen: Its...prince bride comment.
(22:02:14) Bookwyrm: "But I don't believe in God!" "I find your lack of faith ... disturbing."
(22:02:20) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad: ROFLLLLLLLLL
(22:02:21) TheGentleWarrior WANTS A FAKE ACCOUNT.
(22:02:25) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad bursts out laughing. XD
(22:02:33) malkah: OH MY WORD.
(22:02:34) PrinceCor004: LOL Booky! XDDDDDDDDDDDDD
(22:02:38) TheGentleWarrior: Actually, i'm gonna change my username on April 1st.
(22:02:42) TheGentleWarrior: Booky. XDDD
(22:02:46) georgiefan1: "These are not the ministers you are looking for" XD
(22:02:46) Lady_Arwen: Hey, guys, just as a reminder, fake accounts except on April 1st are against the rules.
(22:02:46) malkah 's sides hurt. XDDDDDDDD
(22:03:08) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad hands Mal some water
(22:03:09) Lady_Arwen snickers.
(22:03:24) malkah takes the water and tries to breathe.
(22:03:28) malkah: Thanks, Rose.
(22:03:30) TheGentleWarrior: Don't worry Lady A. I'd never do that, even though it'd be funny at times, i'm not that evul, trust me. *nods*
(22:03:31) Lady_Arwen hopes mal doesn't do a spittake.
(22:03:41) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad: Somehow I feel like this church's congregation will look a lot like people at ComicCon.
(22:03:56) TheGentleWarrior: So... fill me in on something about this interesting church?
(22:03:57) Lady_Arwen: lol!
(22:04:03) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad: Well.
(22:04:11) PrinceCor004: "We'll take the book and preach from the pulpit.... it's the only way to be sure."
(22:04:11) TheGentleWarrior: Something about Darth Vader?
(22:04:17) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad: It's called the Snarkathedral.
(22:04:25) Bookwyrm: "Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster at your side, kid." *force yanks the blaster away*
(22:04:26) TheGentleWarrior: *snorts* XD
(22:04:36) TheGentleWarrior: Snarkathedral?
(22:04:40) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad: Yesh.
(22:04:46) TheGentleWarrior: Wow. XD
(22:04:50) TheGentleWarrior: I love it.
(22:04:50) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad: And Booky's the Grand High Snarker or something.
(22:04:53) TheGentleWarrior: What else?
(22:05:00) TheGentleWarrior: Grand High Snarker?
(22:05:04) Bookwyrm: The Bishop of Snarkitude
(22:05:04) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad: I should just send you the chat log.
(22:05:16) Bookwyrm: The Caustic Cleric
(22:05:16) Lady_Arwen: The Grand Exalted Snarpriest.
(22:05:17) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad: BUT IT'S TOTALLY AWESOME
(22:05:24) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad: And I'm in charge of the foodz. You should join.
(22:05:31) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad hugtackles Ithie. Again.
(22:05:32) Lady_Arwen: Leader of the headless monks.
(22:05:37) PrinceCor004: would like to be incharge of security.... or making sure the grounds are not defiled.
(22:05:40) Ithilwen: Hello.
(22:05:41) malkah helps hugtackle Izzy.
(22:05:45) malkah: We have a chat log for you.
(22:05:45) Ithilwen: What are you guys doing?
(22:05:50) Bookwyrm: Hey Ithi
(22:05:51) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad: We totally do.
(22:05:55) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad: This is a very important day in history!
(22:05:57) Ithilwen: Great! Go ahead and PM it to me. XD
(22:05:59) TheGentleWarrior: send me the chat log!
(22:05:59) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad: WE HAVE FOUNDED A RELIGION!
(22:06:01) TheGentleWarrior: please??
(22:06:03) Lady_Arwen waves
(22:06:05) TheGentleWarrior: I wanna join, too!
(22:06:07) Ithilwen: Oh dear. XD
(22:06:09) Bookwyrm: We're planning the First Church of Totally Awesome Hereticism
(22:06:12) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad: Can someone else do it? My copy and paste is stupid.
(22:06:16) georgiefan1:
(22:06:19) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad high fives Booky.
(22:06:20) malkah: I've got it.
(22:06:24) Ellesar wants a copy of it as well
(22:06:24) georgiefan1: I'll join!
(22:06:25) TheGentleWarrior: Could you PM it to me anyone? I'd appreciate it.
(22:06:26) Ithilwen pokes Mally's inbox
(22:06:27) malkah: Just a sec...
(22:06:30) Lady_Arwen wonders where she would fit into this.
(22:06:32) TheGentleWarrior: And I wanna join... what can I do?
(22:06:36) Lady_Arwen: "Helloooooo Benjamin!"
(22:06:37) Bookwyrm: AKA the Snarkthedral
(22:06:52) Lady_Arwen wants a copy, too.
(22:06:53) malkah: Izzy, by the way, I'm working on a reply for your PM. It's just going to be a loooong one, so it's taking awhile.
(22:06:55) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad: Do we need a dance teacher?
(22:06:58) Bookwyrm: You can be the choir director. You'll shoot anyone who sings off key.
(22:07:08) Lady_Arwen: Snarkethedral might sound better.
(22:07:11) Ithilwen: Thanks, Mal. I just sent you another PM. XD But it's short.
(22:07:21) TheGentleWarrior: Who's the choir director? I'm lost.
(22:07:24) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad votes for Snarkathedral, personally.
(22:07:26) TheGentleWarrior: a dance teacher. XD
(22:07:28) Lady_Arwen keeps thinking Ithi is Joe.
(22:07:30) malkah: Oh drat. I lost the log when the chat booted me. Can someone else get it, please?
(22:07:35) TheGentleWarrior votes for Snarkathedral also.
(22:07:35) Bookwyrm: Lady A, if she wants.
(22:07:36) The_Rose-Tree_Dryad: Cathedral. . . Kathedral. . . Snarkathedral.

Looking For Some Friends

The last few weeks have been hectic, and I'm getting ready to go yet another place right now, but, I have a problem.

I lost the addresses for my COMMIT girls in an airport.

So, here is my prayer request, and if you are one of my COMMIT friends, my e-mail: Please pray that I either find someone who has their addresses, or find a copy of their info. I know I gave them all a link to my blog, so if you happen to be reading this, please e-mail me at evenstar.arwenlady@gmail.com and I will send you my regular e-mail.

Thanks!

Conference!!! Day 1!!!!!

Oh my goodness! Today has been so exciting, and it isn’t even half over!! For those of you who haven’t heard yet, I am in Sacramento working (and enjoying) a conference. Last night was wonderful, but late, so I’m running on six hours of sleep…teeheehee! This morning, I was fighting with the alarm clock, as usual…but I managed to get coffee and to my room on time!

Before our first small group, I must have looked like the camera lady, running around with not only my camera but with other leader’s cameras. I did get some great pictures, which I will download and link you to later. We played several different games, some old, some new. Right now I’m scrapping for games that have little (or no) preparation and that forty to sixty girls can play, so if you have a good one, e-mail me, please please please e-mail it!

I have a small group of girls this year…just five girls, one of whom has been on my team before. They are all absolute sweethearts, but slightly quiet. I think the reason they were so quiet this morning was because they were still sleepy, but that is neither here nor there. Actually, it is, because I’m planning of getting them moving tomorrow by moving our devotion forward and playing some teambuilding games with them beforehand. Muhahaha…..Oh dear.

Our devotion this morning was I Corinthians 13:1-4. 

Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass or a tinkling cymbal. And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing. And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not charity, it profiteth me nothing. Charity suffereth long, and is kind; charity envieth not; charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up.

For being so quiet, they had several very great insights. We talked about types of tongues, looking at both the spiritual gift of tongues and tongues as different languages. Rachel mentioned that even though we might have the gift of tongues from Christ, which is a powerful gift, it will have no good effect unless it is used in love.

We talked a little about different mysteries and types of knowledge, but did not find any remas here, however, we did find more in the third verse—giving without love. This, we discovered, is a manifestation of pride. If you think about it, it is very hard to be prideful and at the same time to have true love for others. I suppose this could be a sort of love meter—the more pride, the less love.

Our third rhema was concerning hypocrites, and not being Pharisees (this does not give you permission to be Sadducees, thank you very much). We may preach love to others, but unless we apply it to our own families, what good is our preaching? To preach something that we do not follow only alienates those we preach to.

I have extremely thoughtful girls. :)

Our large group was slightly painful, but a blessing nonetheless. Have you ever had something that rent your heart, but at the same time was a blessing? That was this morning, condensed. How hard it is to remove defenses that we put up to keep our hearts from being torn! This is something I struggle with daily, and I know my girls probably do also. I feel so much pain from my own heart tears and from its defenses, and I wish so much to protect others from the same thing. Oh that God would heal those broken hearts! I believe several girls have begun a process of healing today. Have you ever seen the time-release potting soil at a hardware store, the kind that releases nutrients for up to two years after you use it? I wish I could put the spiritual equivalent around them right now, so that in the future I will know that they are still growing. 

See? Micromanaging can be fun.

Our elective sessions were quite fun, and, actually, a little hectic. I never new so many girls would be so interested in something like papercrafting. It was a blessing to listen to them talk as they worked. Beside papercrafting, which I was doing, there were tables for calligraphy, needlework, knitting, crocheting, and origami (actually, we only had 3 tables, but somehow everyone found a place) as well as sports stations and an area for girls to try out about four or five different types of stringed instruments and a piano. It was beautiful to work with girls while listening to the music! I did have a few qualms, however, after rescuing a light colored inkpad from destruction by a stamp that had black ink thickly spread on it. However, nothing was destroyed, no one died or was severely injured, and everyone seemed to be completely enjoying themselves, so….

Our second group session was also very blessed, however, because of the delicacy of the session, I will not be posting of it here. If you wish to know, please talk to me privately. 

Directly after lunch was choir, with the most wonderful conductor ever, Mr. Brian Fox, who the ENTIRE orchestra and choir love with all our hearts. Mr. Fox, I can’t transcribe your conducting style, well, I could try, but I’m it wouldn’t do justice. Let’s just say I think I spend more time laughing and breathing than singing. But, we love you any way. God bless you.

That said, I am going to leave you hanging to find out what happens next, because Mr. Gothard is about to speak, and I am not going to miss out on this.

Pictures can be found here.

The Red Envelope

Greetings, all,

As it is almost Valentine's Day, many people are thinking in "romantic" turns. I would like to challenge you to think in some very un-romantic terms.

One of my mother's friends wrote this, and I believe this is something that can be very effective, if we band together and make it so. Please read on, and then, if you believe in protecting the life of the innocent, copy and tag your friends.

God bless,

Amë Stevens

P.S. For those of you that have forums and if you would like to link to this, please feel free. Some graphics have been included at the end if you wish to use them.

From the email:

>>As I was praying, I believe that God gave me an interesting idea. Out in the garage I have a box of red envelopes. Like the powerful image of the red LIFE tape, an empty red envelope will send a message to Barack Obama that there is moral outrage in this country over this issue (abortion). It will be quiet, but clear.

Here is what I would like you to do:

Get a red envelope. You can buy them at Kinkos, or at party supply stores. Or, if you're sending a valentine card that came with a red envelope, put the card in a white envelope and use the red one for this project. On the front, address it to

President Barack Obama
The White House
1600 Pennsylvania Ave.
Washington, D.C.

On the back, write the following message.

"This envelope represents one child who died in abortion. It is empty because that life was unable to offer anything to the world. Responsibility begins with conception."

Put it in the mail, and send it. Then forward this email to every one of your friends who you think would send one too. I wish we could send 50 million red envelopes, one for every child who died before having had a chance to live. Maybe it will change the heart of the President.<<

The second signature is sized 100 x 500. If you click on it you will be able to see the full image. However, it will appear to be cut off on this page.

This image was retrieved from http://www.cardiophile.com/about and then edited. Some rights reserved. Original photo taken by aussiegall.

A Second Set:

All signatures and avatars designed by Amë.

Crushed Perfection (Girls Only)

Every girl’s first crush is Robin Hood, whether it be Disney’s Fox or Errol Flynn. It’s as simple as that. If they’ve heard the story, they’ve fallen in love with this “perfect” man. But, over time, our love for Robin grows dormant, tucked away deep in our heart, where it is hid, as we’ve grown up and realized that Robin is, in fact, fictional, and even if he wasn’t, he’d be dead by now, anyway. But deep down, if we were really, really honest, we still love him.

Then Kris comes along.

Most of you probably don’t know who this “Kris” is. Kris takes many forms and bears many names, but his main characteristic is that he is the heartthrob of a third of the single female American population. In popular media, Kris is more commonly known as Orlando Bloom. He’s perfect for everything—graceful as an elf, strong as a warrior, and as honest as Will. In local church youth groups, he takes the form of a more modest Kris-worship leader, cute, funny, honest, and believes that girls think in a manner that can best be illustrated by making spaghetti. However, any girl confessing her love for a Kris is smiled at, the aforementioned boy discussed, and then, just as the conversation is moving on, someone leans over and whispers “he’s out of your league.”

Hearts sink. With a more critical eye, she surveys her new love and realizes that he is, indeed, out of her league. Not to mention ten or fifteen years older than she is. Sigh. So over time she “grows out” of her crush and move on to more fertile ground. He is never mentioned again, and her love is laid to rest beside Robin in her own little love-sick graveyard. But, just like Robin, we still love him, and perhaps every now and then we’ll sneak a wreath in to lay over the unmarked grave.

But wait! There is one more who catches our little lady’s eye…and he’s cuter than Kris. So she meets Dan, who is responsible for the second third of crushes in the U.S.. Dan is better than Kris, and he has a dry sense of humor. While he might not be the youth’s worship leader, he is captain of the basketball team, the school’s star player, and class president. Did I mention that he is not just cute, but handsome? He’s also a prankster…but that only makes him more endearing. Unfortunately, she’s not the only one who has noticed Dan. Half of the school swoons if he happens to glance in their direction. Sure, he’s not dead, which is a plus, and he’s not twice her age, but her chances of getting him are just about as low.

So she sighs again and…stumbles across the We-Hate-Dan club, comprised of the other third of the female population. These girls are bent on destroying Dan, and getting every other girl to realize that he really is not as good as they think he is, a la John Tucker Must Die (which, incidentally, I only recommend if you are wishing to lose brain matter). They’re so focused on making his life miserable that they don’t even take time to look around and find out who else is cute, until they move away to college, and find some decent looking, not really impressive guy who they settle down and spend the rest of their life with. And then, every now and then, they sit down with a cup of tea and dream…of being Maid Marian, and waiting for Robin to come and rescue them.

And what did YOU have for dinner last night?

Octopus with soy sauce and tomato...Sounds great, doesn't it?

Heh.

Unfortunately, it appears this is really a dish. According to our corespondant (yes, our. The other half of my split personality is making its rounds, so you have to put up with both of us. :P ), a few nights ago(alright, late in January), some teenage boys were having an adventure.

With octopus.

Did I mention it was live?

Evidently one of them had found some sort of recipe for these little cephalopods, and they were on a war path to try it. There are no reports on what happened to those involved in the carnage, although I think one of them is missing a nose at the moment, and no one was interested in eating the leftovers the next morning....

Interestingly enough, the boy's wild adventure with creatures from the depths (or not so depthy) sea applies to more than just their tummies.

The Law defines octopi as unclean creatures. They do not have fins or scales, which is the requirement for any water-dwelling creature to be considered "clean."

Or does it?

Our Lord redefines "clean" and "unclean" when He stated that;

"What goes into a man's mouth does not make him 'unclean,' but what comes out of his mouth, that is what makes him 'unclean.'"

Although none of our dear little squishy friends are here to hear that, it should make them happy.

I, for one, am not interested in such culinary excursions, so I will bow out from further courses.

Have I ever shared our family's Possum Recipe with you?