Last night's amusing April Fool's post got me to thinking. What if Nebraska had offered me a scholarship, even before application? I hear that sort of thing happens sometimes. Would I take it?
It's a bit of a haunting question, really. But then again, it isn't, not if you look at the question it two microns below the surface.
See, going on a mission? Man, it's what I've been preparing to do since I was about knee high on a duck, one of the biggest reasons I went through the repentance process a while back, and my patriachal blessing promises that some pretty cool things will happen on my mission. On that note, any one of three hundred thousand returned missionaries would tell you that blessings were poured out on their heads because they went. Elder Scott told us just today that you won't regret it if you go, but you probably will if you don't.
I don't think I'd be exaggerating (well, at least, not *too* much) if I said that my entire life was leading up to my mission.
Plus, I hear tell there's really good chili in Cincinnati.
So, in the final estimation, in deciding between the mission and a hypothetical Nebraska scholarship? It's no decision. I would be the biggest fool on God's green earth if I didn't go on my mission.