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I almost didn’t fulfill my commitment the other night, but God used dental floss to make me do it.
I was ready for bed one late Sunday evening after a movie night at home with my family when suddenly I realized that I had not handed out a single tract all day. My goal is to hand out ten Gospel tracts a day or personally witness to at least one person, but I was just two darned tired and didn’t want to do it. I resigned myself to failure that evening until I realized that my daughter had used up all the dental floss. Well, not all of it; she left about a six inch piece that I wrapped around my chubby fingers and used quite gingerly to pry out stray popcorn kernel pieces out of my teeth.
I was doing quite well, too, until the last molar—that’s when the floss snapped, lodging between my number 17 and 18 molars.!
I tried to work it out with my tongue. I poked my finger in there to try to pry my teeth apart. I sucked loudly on my cheek. I gnashed and grimaced. All to no avail.
The minty flavored waxy string was permanently resting there.
Panicked, I looked in the cupboard, the medicine cabinet, the secret plastic box that sits atop the toilet and even in the second secret box that sits on the first secret box.
Nothing. No extra floss was to be found.
I considered going to sleep in this sad predicament. No…no… I kept thinking about it, that piece o’ floss snuggled between the second and third molar, laughing, snickering at me.
I had to go to the drug store to buy some more. There was no other way.
Sleepily, I put on my flip-flops, sucked at my teeth in one final desperate attempt to remove the offending thread, and wearily drove on down to the local Rite Aide.
There he was: a man at the beer cooler, just back from Vegas. I handed him a million dollar bill. “What is it,” he asked, staring at me with his curious blood-shot eyes.
“It’s a million dollar bill,” I replied, “and the million dollar question is on the back: ‘If you died today, would you go to Heaven or to Hell?'”
One personal Gospel conversation. I did it. The moon shone brightly over the palm trees while off in the distance a dog barked. The wind whispered my name. All was right with the world another night.
And that’s the tooth.
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