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“Gods Getting Better At
It”
A little girl was sitting on her grandfathers
lap as he read her a bedtime story. From time to time, she would
take her eyes off the book and reach up to touch his wrinkled cheek.
She was alternately stroking her own cheek, then his again.
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Finally she spoke up, Grandpa, did God make you?
Yes, sweetheart, he answered, God
made me a long time ago.
Oh... she paused, Grandpa,
and God made me too?
Yes, indeed, honey, he said,
God made you just a little while ago.
Feeling their respective faces again, she observed,
Gods getting better at it, isnt He?
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