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Here is somewhat of a joke I heard that will reflect your blog. Well I don't remember exactly the exact story, but I will just make up some of it to get the message of the joke out to you.

There was this woman, a very good, Christian woman. By that her morals where good, her generosity good. She was good with friends, family and stranger alike. She had a personal relationship with the Lord, and communicated with him every day. There was one small problem, but she was sure that would not be a problem with the Lord. At least, she was sure she would be allowed to enter Heaven upon her death.

The problem was that she just did not like the way she looked. She was not happy with her nose, so she had surgery to change it. She was happy with the results. She did not like her lips, so she had surgery to change them. She was happy with the results. She thought she was a little heavy, so instead of exercising, she had a little surgery to remove excess fat from around the belly, then she had some removed from the butt area, you get it she totally change her look. Finally, looking at her self in the mirror she decided to change the color of her hair.

After doing her hair, she decide to go out and try her new look on the world, but as she was crossing the street a car unfortunately ran over her and she died. On her arrival to the golden gate (heaven's door) she knocked several times. She was sure she heard someone approach the door. Then she would hear them walk away without opening the door. She knocked again, and again the same thing happen, several times this happed.

Finally, she had enough nerve to begin shouting as someone approached the door: "Lord, Lord, open up it's me (so and so), Lord, please, you know me, I talk to you every day! When the Lord heard her voice he recognized it and opened the door. To his surprised she did not look like the person He knew and said, I'm sorry, I came to the door several times to open, but did not recognized the person, on the other side, it's a good thing you decided to shout, because if it was by your new looks I would have left you out.