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The Bitterness of Hate

Two farmers were having a long, bitter feud over a fence line.  The quarrel became more and more vitriolic until finally, under the cover of darkness, one farmer went to the other’s well and dropped bags of salt into it, contaminating the water.  He thought he really showed his opponent until a few days later when he lifted water out of his own well and discovered that it was salty.  
Both farmers shared a common underground water table.
Our desires, whether known or hidden, have a way of filtering into all strata of our soul.  Spiteful salt can touch our whole being, contaminating our whole self, like the farmer’s well.  


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