We had gotten some coffee a while back but for some odd reason it was bitter.
No matter the number of packages of sweeatner added it didn't budge.
Tons of creamer was added-not an ounce was given.
And that's saying a lot with Mark fixing it for me. (When he fixes something he doesn't do it half-hearted).
The lesson?
Bitterness cannot be masked.
Sin is unmaskable.
Outward conformity, sound like, look like just isn't going to secure your eternal destiny.
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