Well, a day arrived
I thought I'd never live to see: the day I married my sister. No, no! Before
you start thinking even less of me than you already do, I must hasten to add
that I married my sister in a wedding ceremony. I can see I'm only digging myself
in deeper so let me explain before you write me off as an incest-prone pervert.
My sister called two weeks before her marriage and was upset because her preacher
had been deported! She wanted to know if I could perform the ceremony. Now,
I have presided over numerous religious events in my life such as gopher funerals
and a bingo game but I have never married anyone, other than my wife, and I
assure you that she is not my sister. I told my sis that if she could get me
ordained that I would marry her. In a ceremony, that is. (Normally I insist
on several counseling sessions with couples before I marry them but in my sister's
case I waived the rule.)
Shortly thereafter I found myself online with the Rose Ministries of Las Vegas,
Nevada. (Where else?) I had the choice between ordination packages ranging
from $89 to a basic package costing $29. Those who know me will not be surprised
to learn that I purchased the more inexpensive version. (Actually I made my
sister pay for it!) The problem with the cheaper package was that it didn't
come with any instructions as to how to actually perform a wedding ceremony.
If I had it to do over again I would have made my sister buy the deluxe package
which I'm almost sure included advice on how to start your own church and how
to qualify for tax free status. The deluxe packet also came with a clip-on “Clergy” badge
that I really wanted.
One week after filling out a simple questionnaire I received an envelope in the
mail addressed to Reverend Lee Pitts. (I actually had a choice as to what title
I preferred.) Inside the envelope was a certificate suitable for framing and
a plastic card to carry in my wallet that certified Reverend Lee Pitts as “being
ordained as a non-denominational clergy with the authority to perform all religious
services and rites including baptism and marriage.” It was signed by my fellow
Reverend, Bill Hall.
There were some disappointments. I wanted to wear one of those dresses you saw
the holy men wear when they buried the Pope and one of those two foot tall
hats but my sister nixed that idea. She also said I could not wear my cowboy
hat. Because the ceremony took place outdoors on a day that was hotter than
nine acres of onions, I got a severe scald on my bald head that still hurts.
And I almost forgot the ring ceremony which, from a woman's standpoint is the
most important part of the ceremony because she gets some diamonds. For some
women, and I am not saying in this case, the jewelry will be the only thing
the woman gets out of the marriage.
Although I'm not schooled in the ways of the clergy I did feel qualified to speak
on the matter of marriage because I've been studying the subject for 32 years
under the same strict teacher. Even though I was not ordained by a church to
preach, that's never stopped me before so I gave a rip-snorting sermon that
left everyone weeping in their hankies. At least that's what I think everyone
was bawling about.
In the end my sister and her husband promised to love, honor and obey and my
mother made me promise I'd never marry anyone again. (Although I did have a
couple ask me to marry their Basset Hounds.) Despite not being handed an envelope
full of cash or being allowed to pass a collection plate, I pronounced them
husband and wife with the power vested in me by the state of Nevada and www.roseministries.
I think the marriage is legal, even though I misspelled the word Reverend when
signing official looking documents afterwards. Which reminds me, please be
advised that in the future everyone should refer to me as the Most Reverend
Next week, if I'm not too busy, I think I'll go online and get my Ph.D.