2 Nephi 7

Jacob went on to read more Isaiah aloud. I can’t help inscribing it here:

God says this: Am I shunning you forever? Can a mother divorce her children? If I tried to sell you, who would buy you? You sold yourselves out. You divorced me. I called you, you didn’t answer. You think I can’t save you? What are you, nuts? I can blow on the ocean and dry it up, laugh at the rivers and the ground soaks them up. All that fish smell? Thank me for that. I’m the guy that pours ink into the sky each night. And I made the ink.

Isaiah again: God made me smart and gave me a smart mouth. So I know how to talk to you Israelites. And unlike you, I pay attention to him. I don’t slam the door on him. I’ve let people whip me and rip out tufts of my beard, let them spit all over me. Why? Because I’m in this for the long haul. I get into jams for God and he gets me out of them. I make no apologies for that. Don’t even think about fighting with me about this. Because I’ll knock you over. Spiritually speaking, of course. You try to put me down and God will turn you into a moth-eaten rag.

Now, for you non-haters, I say:

kindle whatever fires you can and walk in their light. You know what that will get you? Trouble. Trust me.