Insect Worship

Like most of you here today, I was born in a froth known as an ootheca: a mass of hundreds of eggs wrapped around a twig or stem. Unlike most of my brothers and sisters, I survived my nymph stage, only to find myself struggling, aimless, searching. I was supposed to be grateful—happy, even—so why wasn't I? That's when I was lucky enough to find Insectus, our winged savior, whose benevolent grace now gives my life meaning. I hope you accept Him soon, before it’s too late. So who’s ready to stand up and commit their remaining minutes to Him?