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| Our Lord Jesus Christ was killed and now we have no one to worship. | |
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| ...uh...well... Don't you recognize me? It's me, Jesus! Yeah, that's it! I rose from the dead! | |
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| But you don't look anything like Jesus. You're old and bald and at least a foot shorter than him. | |
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| Well...I...uh...I'm... just testing your faith! Yeah, that's the ticket! You're not losing your faith, are you? | |
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| No! Of course not, Jesus! Praise you Lord! | |
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