What the Luke and Leia kiss teaches about eternal marriage

This is from a talk I gave last week in sacrament meeting: 

One of the most profound memories of my youth was watching Luke and Leia kiss on the big screen. It was magical, and I didn't realize it then, but there are some incredible gospel truths in that kiss.

For you see, Luke and Leia skywalker learned that they were actually brother and sister, which is a type and shadow for us of higher, more noble truthiness.

We are all brothers and sisters, children of our Heavenly Parents. This is an undeniable gospel truth. And it brings me great comfort to know that even though my earthly father beat me something unmercifull as a child for "being an idiot" I know my real Father in Heaven would never treat me like you did, Dad!

Anyway, when we men merry their spouse, they're actually marring thier sister. And we all know what happens when you get married, you're no longer VL, or virgin lips, to the Gentiles. Like Luke and Leia showed us, it is perfectly fine and acceptable to kiss our sisters.

Brothers marrying sisters is a holy order because we are all sons and daughters of god. This is why when you go to church on Sunday you call them brother Johnson, or sister gandy, so on and so forths. We are all related. Kin is kin. 

I'm so glad to have a father in heaven who loves me and has provided so many wonderful righteous sisters for me to marry when I get home from my mission. 

Amen.

Glad Tidings and Good Cheer!

I'm filling so full of something right now. To the brim. Full of the spirit and of gratitude to my Father who arts in Heaven, because you see a little miracle happened this past week in my life. 

My mom wrote me an email telling me that my earthly father, George Gandy, had come back to church last Sunday. 

My Dad had been inactive for over five long years. He left because he was insulted by a miamaid who criticized his potato casserole during a ward potluck. The miamaid, whom I will not name, said, and I quote, "you call that a casserole?!" With such disdain and condescension that it made my Dad so enraged he walked right out the church doors and never came back. 

Until last Sunday. 

My heart and innards are so full of thankfulness and happiness for my Dad coming back. Now he won't dwell in perpetual dirty mud in the outhouses of heaven, a place we call outside darkness. 

Welcome back to the sheep, Dad.