Ordained by Pasta, Unbothered by Chaos
I prayed last night. Not in a kneeling, whispering, please-don’t-smite-me kind of way. More like a fed-up, half-awake, “are you seeing this mess” kind of way. And I prayed to him. The noodley appendage. The Flying Spaghetti Monster. And he answered. Or at least acknowledged me. Which is already better customer service than most institutions still pretending they have moral authority. Before anyone clutches pearls, let’s get this out of the way. I’m an ordained minister in the […]https://ericfoltin.com/2026/02/10/ordained-by-pasta-unbothered-by-chaos/



