1 year ago
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Awe-struck, in which I meet Him
Hugh Nibley: It's still all foolishness. Complete foolishness, you see.
Me: Uh, hi.
Nibley: What? Who are you?
Me: Just, well, nobody. No! Wait, somebody. Oh, what clever response would impress you?
Nibley: Impress? Why would you want to impress me?
Me: Um... oh, hey, wait! Do you and Elder Maxwell and Truman Madsen do firesides, or whatever they would be called there, together?
Nibley: [Writing something on a notecard].
Me: I'll bet they're awesome.
Nibley: Let's get on with this, I'm certain there was something of terrible import for me to be sent to visit you.
Me: Well, it's just that, um, I'm nervous about people not taking me seriously. I'm growing this mustache, you see, and ...
Nibley: Take you seriously? My boy, I hope you don't take yourself serious. The gospel is serious business, more serious than I'll ever understand. You cannot take the gospel seriously and at the same time take yourself serious. The joke's on us, you see, I believe that now more than ever. Man is down there acting like he owns all that, giving offense, taking offense, taking it all into courtrooms to argue over property. Property! Ha! What does Man know of property? The meek, now there you go, we know what the meek are promised, and to be meek you must have a sense of the absurdity of all of that, and most especially of you.
Nibley: We are out of temporal time.
Me: Bye, Brother Nibley. It was nice to finally meet you.
Nibley: [Walking quickly away reading a manuscript.]
--But I'm pretty sure Nibley never wore a mustache.