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The Resurrection.
for them that love him." Think, then, about God and heaven.
I remember when I was a little boy, as I lay in bed with the curtain drawn back, watching the bright stars, I used to sing myself to sleep, saying,
"Twinkle, twinkle, little star;
How I wonder what you are;
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky."
A little girl was once asked what the stars were; she replied, "They are holes in heaven to let God's glory shine through." That was a lovely thought. Supposing we climb up and look through one of
