In Hell, there will be 9 a.m. Sacrament meeting. And 8 a.m. choir practice. There will be various other meetings to attend, some before the block and some after. And there will be cold, wet, foggy mornings.
So I suppose it’s really just a matter of timing. I can go now, or I can go then.
I wonder sometimes if Joseph knew what he was getting into when he started restoring plain and precious truths. It turns out that some nefarious Hebrew scribe, somewhere down the line, abridged some of those scriptures about the meaning of the Sabbath. Take out a few key words, and most folks are left with the idea that the Sabbath is a “day of rest.” Only in the Restored Church do we see the full scripture in action with its missing text restored: The Sabbath is a day of *very little* rest.
But like I said, it’s either now or later, either on earth or in Hell. And either way, there’s just no sleeping in.
So wake me in ten minutes, honey. I can shower extra quickly today.