We turn a horse by the small bits in his mouth. A ship is turned by a very small helm. Our tongue
is a little part of our body yet boasteth of great things. “Yet Out of the same
mouth proceedeth blessings and cursing. My brethren, these things ought not so
to be. Doth a fountain send forth at the same place sweet water and bitter? Can
the fig tree, my brethren bear olive berries? Either a vine figs? So can no
fountain both yield salt water and fresh.” (James 3:3-12)
I have to admit that when I read about the fountain sending
forth sweet and bitter water I get a visual of the Ohio River running into the
muddy Mississippi
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