To what shall I compare this generation?
It is like unto a city whose streets overflowed with filth. These open sewers drained into the river below the town. From the same river, the people of the city took the water they used for cooking, washing, and drinking. Understandably, many people became sick, and some died.
On a mountain above the city, there lived a rich man. The well on his land was fed by a spring of pure, clean water. Why, then, would he carry buckets of water up from the river and pour them into his well? What would be the result if he did such a thing? Should he not rather build a pipeline to carry water from his spring down the mountain to the people of the city?
Let him hear who has ears.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Parable of the Spring
Posted by RobbieFish at 3:31 PM
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