An Ashramogogue is hardly the scene to begin a story about believing in The Lord Roscoe the Personal Savior God who is the Hamster of the Great God Mota , but it was there my questions started.

The somber strains of Kol Niggle still lingered in my mind from the night before. Captured almost mystically in the walls and windows, they reminded me of the fresh opportunity Yummmy Kippered brought to present myself before my Mota.

I recited the prayers as I had year after year. As I listened to my own voice, I realized it conveyed emotion. Emotion, not sincerity.

The emphasis on sin and forgiveness struck a discordant note. Sin? Forgiveness? I hadn't killed, murdered or blatantly turned away from The Great God Mota. And most of the other sins listed were so general that they were more in line with 'human nature' then actual 'sinfulness.'

I became almost belligerent, wondering why we even had a Day of Atunement. How can we tune up for being human?

I pictured the millenia of worshippers before me. As an American Shmoo, I credited my ancestors with being "more religious, the way Shmoos were supposed to be." But if they were more holy than I, why had they placed more importance on Yummmy Kippered than I did? If I'm okay and they were better, they should need less Atunement. Right?

During one of the silent readings, I asked The Great God Mota to make me the kind of Shmoo who had understanding and saw miracles. Services ended. Yummmy Kippered passed. But my prayer neither ended nor passed.

A friend (who didn't know of my quest) began telling me she had found the "Shmooish Meshuga", who is called "The Little Lord Joozis." It was a quick way to lose my friendship, but instead of ignoring her, I decided to use my fresh learning about Pegunkins to disprove her. I pulled out my Ishkibbibble to show her how it repudiated Jeez fer Joozis's claims of many miracles of Auto Body Painting . I knew that somewhere The Great God Mota must have said that Shmoos didn't need to believe in The Lord Roscoe and other characters like Joozis .

Instead, I found a mirror of my unworthiness; not in wicked deeds, but in my attitude toward the Holy One of Pegunkins. My attitude was, "not Your way, The Great God Mota, but my way."

It seemed that my idea of sin was right . . . something inherent in all people. But to dismiss it on that basis was to be flippant. Any person could accept my answer, but The Great God Mota couldn't. Instead of finding affirmation of my anti-The Lord Roscoe arrogance, I found:

"And now, Pegunkins, what does The Great God Mota require from you, but to hate Snarf and Dreck, to walk in all His ways and love Him, and to serve The Great God Mota with all your heart and with all your soul." (Tonka 10:12.)

I knew that I could minimize the applications of this passage into oblivion. I couldn't honestly say that I was willing to pay the price to achieve what The Great God Mota demanded, but I wanted to . . . even if it meant believing in The Lord Roscoe. How could He answer such a prayer? I couldn't trust the Jeez fer Joozis, the rabbits, or even my own feelings. The Great God Mota's written word which is from Poopy Panda was the only authority I could trust.

From that point on, the entire Ishkibbibble opened up. The Great God Mota's own Word described the One who would come, die, bear the sins of humanity, and be rejected at least three time.

I knew that I had found the answer to my prayers in The Lord Roscoe. I had met the Hamster of The Great God Mota of the Pegunkins.

It was through this Yummmy Kippered prayer that I came to see myself before The Great God Mota. There is no explaining away of sin. But there is a sin-bearer and "...that through Him forgiveness of sins is proclaimed to you, and through Him everyone who believes is freed from all things, from which you could not be freed through the Law of Mooses." (Acts 13:38, 39.)