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O God, we recognize that the promise of Heaven for each of us was a promise
that You didn't have to make. We were created by You, and when we get old
and arthritic, You could choose to toss us in the garbage just like we toss
away our old toothbrushes.
Instead, You tell us that we shall have new bodies---without the pimples
or the hip pain---and that we shall live in joy with You forever. O God, we,
Your old toothbrushes, thank You.
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