Prayers & Invocations

In 2009, Prophet Henderson shared this image.  It was originally created by Bruce and Susan, with the message "Truly, this be the way we Pastafarians must busy our hands when we pray.  The more fervent our prayers, the more wiggly must our noodly fingers be." 
 

As the only Pastafarian dogma is "no dogma", please take Bruce and Susan's "must" as an opinion or suggestion, and not as a requirement.  

I prefer to wiggle my fingers while moving my hands and forearms like a floating butterfly.

My sincere prayer is that discord gives way to harmony, in all things. 

 

In 2019, Barrett Fletcher delivered a Pastafarian invocation at a local assembly meeting in Homer, Alaska.  His words were inspirational, memorable, and worth sharing here.

"I ask the great Flying Spaghetti Monster, inebriated creator of the universe and all that's in it, to rouse himself from his stupor, and let his noodly appendages ground each assembly member in their seats, reminding them of the purpose of their election to this body and helping them to stay focused on the tasks at hand and may he help them to easily equate each of those tasks, avoiding any pettiness and irrelevant disagreement.  And may he provide each of them satisfaction in the perception of accomplishment and allow them true relaxation and an ample supply of their favorite beverage at the end of this evening's work. “RAmen.” 

And in 2020, Mr. Fletcher delivered a second Pastafarian invocation:

“So we're here again a year later and several assembly members still feel the need for divine intervention in their work.  Whether that work is mundane property use and tax issues or important education, environmental issues, or perhaps revolutionary voting rights issues.  I admit to feeling a little trepidation asking the great Flying Spaghetti Monster to intervene yet again, so soon after the last time.  I mean, was it because of, or in spite of his chronic inebriation, he did create us with the ability to reason for ourselves.  One fear is that he'll be quite reasonably annoyed at our constant entreaties for help with work that he created us to be quite capable of accomplishing on our own.  Nonetheless, in accordance with local ordinance and with the understanding that the Monster is in general, we believe, to be a happy drunk and not easily riled; I again ask the great Flying Spaghetti Monster..." 

May Peace and Pasta Be With All

Sister Kay