The Prophet Bobby Henderson speaks about his Lord the Flying Spaghetti Monster.

I had of course seen spaghetti several times throughout my life, but it wasn't until He revealed Himself to me and touched me with His Noodly Appendage that I knew I was Chosen. Does He still speak to me? If by that you mean "Do I hear voices in my head?" the answer is yes. Further evidence that He is near me abounds. I oftentimes find that I have made mistakes in my day-to-day activities. These, clearly, are the work of a mischievous Flying Spaghetti Monster, tampering with my work with His Noodly Appendage, purely for his own amusement.

How honored Mr. Henderson must feel to have been chosen by the fabled "Appendage"! I can only hope to some day feel that noodly limb caress my worthless self and claim me as one with the Pastafarians. Screw Pat Robertson and his vengeful God!