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Finding Jesus

I found Jesus in a cereal box, flakes tumbled inconsistently, pauses between each one, and in one such pause fell Jesus. Shrink-wrapped, sermonising, gape-mouthed, prayer-clasped hands, head-cocked and bright haloed. Sadly, I traded him for he had less hit points than Pikachu. When all you receive are scraps from the table of life, finding Jesus is no big deal, when more hit points are your real salvation… Amen.

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