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God’s Pie

Through the wadded up wires of my ear piece I listened as my mom spoke about the meal my sister had made.

“Shepherd’s pie,” I breathed back.  “Sounds amazing.”

From the back seat my son’s ears perked. “Shepherd’s pie?” he asked.  I watched from the rear view mirror as his forehead crinkled.  He sensed something wasn’t right.

“Hey, sis!” he gasped.  “We’re going to eat a pie made out of Jesus.”

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