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Show 241 them back. Lorin cleared his throat. "What it was, actually, was that he said, this was afterward of course, that while he was having this vision it seemed like his body was filled with light and he could see out at the ends of his fingers and toes." "See?" she said to her husband, her chin thrust out. "Wasn't he wearing shoes?" he said into his hand. "Oh no, don't try to get out of it by making jokes!" "I never said it couldn't happen," he said. "You did too! You said I was fantasizing!" "Well isn't it the same thing?" "God, you're dumb." She turned to Lorin and rattled the tract at arm's length. "Was this guy fantasizing?" "I don't believe so," said Lorin, and exchanged a glance with Sorenson, who had stopped rummaging. "What we believe it was," said Sorenson, "was a temporary increase in the faculties of his mind. You know-certain cells in your body, the ones in your eye, are sensitive to light, that's how you can see. Probably all that happened here was that a lot of different kinds of other cells got suddenly sensitized too. It isn't necessarily as mysterious as it sounds." "See?" she said, glaring in triumph at her husband. "It will happen to everybody sooner or later," said Lorin. "What Elder Hood means is that our church believes in a physical afterlife where these increased faculties will be normal," said Sorenson, who clearly wished Lorin would be quiet. "What Joseph Smith had was just sort of a preview." "We'll all go around heaven seeing with our toes?" asked their host. "Shut up, Richard," said his wife. |
