A Grand Aspiration
Nov 10, 2022 9:00:12 GMT -5
Post by Radrook Admin on Nov 10, 2022 9:00:12 GMT -5
By Radrook
John Pembelton had recently been resurrected and was being guided through heaven's pearly gates by two cherubim whom he promptly dismissed as if they had been his personal servants. After gazing at one another in utter amazement, the two cherubim quietly went each his own way glancing back quizzically at Pembelton every few meters, until they totally vanished into the white, cloudy distance.
He, in turn, remained standing gazing about arrogantly with arms akimbo, as if a king who had just arrived in his own personal domain. Soon he began giving orders to others there as if he had been their superior and expecting them to do him obeisance and displaying outrage when they did not-which, to his utter amazment, was never. He continued to stubbornly make a nuisance of himself until he was finally approached by a six-winged Seraphim who rhetorically asked him for an explanation for his quaint behavior
“What do you mean why am I giving orders?” Pembelton responded angrily.
“Don't you know who I am?" he asked the Seraphim in a Stentorian tone of voice.
“Yes, of course I do know exactly who you are!” Responded the Seraphim, who was taller than Pembelton by about a good two meters.
“You are John Pembelton who has recently been resurrected. Approximately three hours ago, I would say, after getting run over by a sixteen-wheeler truck while you were asleep at the wheel on the Interstate highway 95 southbound for Miami Florida."
“Then why are you sinning by refusing to render me obescience?
"Rendering you obescience?” the Seraph, who spread its glowing white wings as one would spread arms apart in extreme surprise, said in almost a whisper, as if such an utterance had been a dreadful sin.
"Yes, as your assigned God in my universe, you have an obligation to worship me." Pembelton responded confidently.
"I think that you are seriously mistaken, Mr. Pembelton," the Seraph responded patiently.
"Really?"
“Yes really! There is only one God here, and it certainly is not you!"
"So you are challenging my legal scriptural right to rule my domain?"
"There is no legal right being challenged, Mr. Pembelton. Exactly from where did you derive this extremely quaint notion?"
“Please allow me to speak to Joseph Smith. He will set things straight," Pembelton demanded
“I am afraid that will not be possible John."
“Why isn’t it possible?" Penberlton asked, as he gazed around to see if he might catch sight of Smith.
“It is not possible because there is no Joseph Smith on our resurrection ledgers, Mr. Pembelton.
"Then I demand to speak to the Angel Moroni! He will definitely settle this serious misunderstanding."
“Why? What does my dear brother, the angel Moroni, have to do with this?" the Seraphim asked rhetorically, purposefully leading Pembelton towards a painful, albeit necessary confrontation with reality just, as he had been told to do.
“The angel Moroni revealed that we Christians receive their own universe and become a God of that universe once we are resurrected!" Pembelton said, almost in the tone of a pouting child about to burst into copious tears.
“Oh I see! I understand," said the Seraphim
“The angel Moroni is over there if you wish to speak with him." The Seraphim gestured toward another angel who had his winged back turned to them, and who appeared to be gazing in a deeply pensive mood into the far, heavenly distance.
"Excuse me!" Pembelton said, as he approached this angel who seemed to be turning his back on him constantly whenever he attempted to get near. For a while, it went on like this, but then suddenly:
“Now what?" the angel asked in a whining voice as he suddenly wheeled around to face him. Moroni's facial expression was of a great patience being put to the test.
“Are you the angel Moroni?” Pembelton asked sheepishly, feeling for the first time a bit intimidated.
"Yes, of course. So it it rumored," Moroni responded in a tired and slightly annoyed tone.
“You are the angel Moroni? The angel who spoke with Joseph Smith?" Pembelton asked in an awstruck, quavering voice.
"Yes, Joseph and I did engage once in a rather brief conversation in which I admonished him to be careful not to add his own ideas to the inspired Word of God. He had a very strong tendency to do that, you know? "
“Good! Excellent! It is a great privilege to meet you Moroni! A great privilege indeed!” Pembelton extended a glowing hand for a handshake but was ignored. Ignoring the rebuff was easy for him. After all, once he had been granted his own universe, such rebuffs would eventually be things of the forgotten past, so he continued.
“Could you please inform that other angel over there, the one with the triple set of wings, that I need to be taken to my universe so I can begin setting things in order there?" Pemberton declared with an assured air of authority.
“Me? Tell that to the Seraphim? I certainly will not," Moroni shot back in a thunderous voice that caught the attention of all angels and recently resurrected who were nearby.
“But why not?" Pembelton asked while fearing for his well-being for the first time since his arrival in heaven.
“Simple!” Moroni responded: “Very Simple! Because I never told your Joseph Smith that he would be a God that would get his own universe once he was resurrected. Neither did I ever tell him that others who would be resurrected would also be almighty Gods with their own universes. That is the reason why! ”
“But Smith said...”
“Smith! Smith! Smith! Smith! Bahhh! Nonsense! Smith said many things, and it is unfortunate that such things were taken to be true by so many. Some ideas he imagined during his frequent bouts of intoxication. I will certainly not be held personally responsible for his popular drivel since it constitutes blasphemy. There is only one true God, and him alone we must worship, as our Lord and Savior Jesus himself said!"
“So what am I supposed to do now?' Pembelton said in a whimpering whisper, head lowered, and gazing at the illuminated floor.
“See that long line over there leading to Saint Peter, my son?” Moroni said in a compassionate tone of voice, while draping a luminous wing over Pembelton’s drooping shoulders,
“Please take your place there at the back of that line and wait your turn to be formally greeted by our heavenly Father.
Whereupon Pembelton took his humble place in line and waited as he had been told.
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He, in turn, remained standing gazing about arrogantly with arms akimbo, as if a king who had just arrived in his own personal domain. Soon he began giving orders to others there as if he had been their superior and expecting them to do him obeisance and displaying outrage when they did not-which, to his utter amazment, was never. He continued to stubbornly make a nuisance of himself until he was finally approached by a six-winged Seraphim who rhetorically asked him for an explanation for his quaint behavior
“What do you mean why am I giving orders?” Pembelton responded angrily.
“Don't you know who I am?" he asked the Seraphim in a Stentorian tone of voice.
“Yes, of course I do know exactly who you are!” Responded the Seraphim, who was taller than Pembelton by about a good two meters.
“You are John Pembelton who has recently been resurrected. Approximately three hours ago, I would say, after getting run over by a sixteen-wheeler truck while you were asleep at the wheel on the Interstate highway 95 southbound for Miami Florida."
“Then why are you sinning by refusing to render me obescience?
"Rendering you obescience?” the Seraph, who spread its glowing white wings as one would spread arms apart in extreme surprise, said in almost a whisper, as if such an utterance had been a dreadful sin.
"Yes, as your assigned God in my universe, you have an obligation to worship me." Pembelton responded confidently.
"I think that you are seriously mistaken, Mr. Pembelton," the Seraph responded patiently.
"Really?"
“Yes really! There is only one God here, and it certainly is not you!"
"So you are challenging my legal scriptural right to rule my domain?"
"There is no legal right being challenged, Mr. Pembelton. Exactly from where did you derive this extremely quaint notion?"
“Please allow me to speak to Joseph Smith. He will set things straight," Pembelton demanded
“I am afraid that will not be possible John."
“Why isn’t it possible?" Penberlton asked, as he gazed around to see if he might catch sight of Smith.
“It is not possible because there is no Joseph Smith on our resurrection ledgers, Mr. Pembelton.
"Then I demand to speak to the Angel Moroni! He will definitely settle this serious misunderstanding."
“Why? What does my dear brother, the angel Moroni, have to do with this?" the Seraphim asked rhetorically, purposefully leading Pembelton towards a painful, albeit necessary confrontation with reality just, as he had been told to do.
“The angel Moroni revealed that we Christians receive their own universe and become a God of that universe once we are resurrected!" Pembelton said, almost in the tone of a pouting child about to burst into copious tears.
“Oh I see! I understand," said the Seraphim
“The angel Moroni is over there if you wish to speak with him." The Seraphim gestured toward another angel who had his winged back turned to them, and who appeared to be gazing in a deeply pensive mood into the far, heavenly distance.
"Excuse me!" Pembelton said, as he approached this angel who seemed to be turning his back on him constantly whenever he attempted to get near. For a while, it went on like this, but then suddenly:
“Now what?" the angel asked in a whining voice as he suddenly wheeled around to face him. Moroni's facial expression was of a great patience being put to the test.
“Are you the angel Moroni?” Pembelton asked sheepishly, feeling for the first time a bit intimidated.
"Yes, of course. So it it rumored," Moroni responded in a tired and slightly annoyed tone.
“You are the angel Moroni? The angel who spoke with Joseph Smith?" Pembelton asked in an awstruck, quavering voice.
"Yes, Joseph and I did engage once in a rather brief conversation in which I admonished him to be careful not to add his own ideas to the inspired Word of God. He had a very strong tendency to do that, you know? "
“Good! Excellent! It is a great privilege to meet you Moroni! A great privilege indeed!” Pembelton extended a glowing hand for a handshake but was ignored. Ignoring the rebuff was easy for him. After all, once he had been granted his own universe, such rebuffs would eventually be things of the forgotten past, so he continued.
“Could you please inform that other angel over there, the one with the triple set of wings, that I need to be taken to my universe so I can begin setting things in order there?" Pemberton declared with an assured air of authority.
“Me? Tell that to the Seraphim? I certainly will not," Moroni shot back in a thunderous voice that caught the attention of all angels and recently resurrected who were nearby.
“But why not?" Pembelton asked while fearing for his well-being for the first time since his arrival in heaven.
“Simple!” Moroni responded: “Very Simple! Because I never told your Joseph Smith that he would be a God that would get his own universe once he was resurrected. Neither did I ever tell him that others who would be resurrected would also be almighty Gods with their own universes. That is the reason why! ”
“But Smith said...”
“Smith! Smith! Smith! Smith! Bahhh! Nonsense! Smith said many things, and it is unfortunate that such things were taken to be true by so many. Some ideas he imagined during his frequent bouts of intoxication. I will certainly not be held personally responsible for his popular drivel since it constitutes blasphemy. There is only one true God, and him alone we must worship, as our Lord and Savior Jesus himself said!"
“So what am I supposed to do now?' Pembelton said in a whimpering whisper, head lowered, and gazing at the illuminated floor.
“See that long line over there leading to Saint Peter, my son?” Moroni said in a compassionate tone of voice, while draping a luminous wing over Pembelton’s drooping shoulders,
“Please take your place there at the back of that line and wait your turn to be formally greeted by our heavenly Father.
Whereupon Pembelton took his humble place in line and waited as he had been told.
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