From Psalm 22:
6 But I am a worm, and no man; a reproach of men, and despised of the people.
7 All they that see me laugh me to scorn: they shoot out the lip, they shake the head, saying,
8 He trusted on the Lord that he would deliver him: let him deliver him, seeing he delighted in him.
9 But thou art he that took me out of the womb: thou didst make me hope when I was upon my mother’s breasts.
10 I was cast upon thee from the womb: thou art my God from my mother’s belly.
11 Be not far from me; for trouble is near; for there is none to help.
12 Many bulls have compassed me: strong bulls of Bashan have beset me round.
13 They gaped upon me with their mouths, as a ravening and a roaring lion.
14 I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels.
15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
16 For dogs have compassed me: the assembly of the wicked have inclosed me: they pierced my hands and my feet.
17 I may tell all my bones: they look and stare upon me.
18 They part my garments among them, and cast lots upon my vesture.
Really though, I cannot believe that only one system of worship is “right” and everyone following others are eternally damned because they chose wrong or weren’t exposed to the correct one. Perhaps God looks at the Christadelphians and decides two out of three is close enough. It would be a terrible waste of good souls if we were shut out on technicalities like that.
But I’m a simpleton who thinks God most likely takes aborted babies, wipes off the ordeal and sends them back to more deserving mothers. It’s what I would do.
About the missing socks.
I think the centripetal force of the spin dryer creates a transdimensional vortex that whisks the socks off to a pocket universe. Inside that pocket universe you have sentient socks.
The first sentient sock, let’s call him Van Vanderbilt, discovered the portal when the Impossibility drive in Zaphod Beebelbrox’s ship created it (it was impossible you know).
As you can guess I love the whimsical wackadoodleness of Hitchhikers guide to the galaxy (a trilogy in 5 parts!). Have you read it?