3 Nephi 29

But back to me. In God’s own good time, my writings will hit the Gentiles like a slap in the face. When it does, you’ll know God’s vow to Israel about property is solidifying. No need to say “hurry up, God.” Because he’s on schedule.

Don’t think this is all a cosmic lie, because lies don’t come true if you wait long enough.

God sits in the corner waving his sword like a child at play.

But if you browbeat him with pseudo-intellectualism he grows up fast and takes a real swing at you.

If that happens, whoa. Whoa.

Don’t constrain the miraculous to remote geographies and premodern calendars. Don’t take a profit in your wager against the supernatural. Doing these things is taking a stroll outside the boundaries of God’s decency. There’s a name for that out-of-boundness, but thankfully, I don’t know what it is.

Your tee-hees sound like snakes hissing at a lion. Your mockery of Israel is mere gamesmanship with destiny.

Don’t think you can hide in the alleyways of novels or the skyscrapers of fashion. Left, right, up, down, all direction is moot when you are God’s prey.