Not sure why, but there’s something really liberating about knowing that I’m now headed to hell (or in mormonspeak, “The Telestial Kingdom“).
Now I can do all the sorcery and coffee-drinking that I want, with nary a worry about the consequences. Right?
Besides…some of my favorite people have been fornicators, thieves, pot-smokers, liars, and/or presidential candidates (and sometimes all of the above).* And what would the afterlife be if I couldn’t hang with all those groovy people?
*Note: I am resisting the urge to blog about the P-word. Resist. Resist. Resist, I say.