3 Nephi 25

One day I’ll get things so hot that I’ll burn them to stubble. I’ll cut down every evil tree to the roots.

But for the rest of you, the heat will be like a warm breeze under my righteous Son (sorry for the wordplay). You’ll be like cattle roaming around on the sooty ground where the trash has been burnt off.

Don’t forget the moral law I handed Moses. But I’ll send you another messenger, someone like Elijah—or maybe Elijah himself in another form—before that coal-hot day I mentioned. He’ll turn dads to sons and vice versa, reconcile all their bad blood and mutual neglect. If that didn’t happen somewhere along the line, I’d throw up my hands and start over, cursing about it from here to eternity.