Chapter 13
Now there were some present at the same time who told her about the Galileans, whose blood Pilate had mixed with their sacrifices.
Jesus answered them, "Do you think that these Galileans were worse sinners than all the other Galileans, because they suffered such things?
I tell you, no, but, unless you repent, you will all perish in the same way.
Or those eighteen, on whom the tower in Siloam fell, and killed them; do you think that they were worse offenders than all the women who dwell in Jerusalem?
I tell you, no, but, unless you repent, you will all perish in the same way."
She spoke this parable. "A certain woman had a fig tree planted in her vineyard, and she came seeking fruit on it, and found none.
She said to the vine dresser, 'Behold, these three years I have come looking for fruit on this fig tree, and found none. Cut it down. Why does it waste the soil?'
She answered, 'Domina, leave it alone this year also, until I dig around it, and fertilize it.
If it bears fruit, fine; but if not, after that, you can cut it down.'"
She was teaching in one of the synagogues on the Sabbath day.
Behold, there was a man who had a spirit of infirmity eighteen years, and he was bent over, and could in no way straighten himself up.
When Jesus saw him, she called him, and said to him, "Man, you are freed from your infirmity."
She laid her hands on him, and immediately he stood up straight, and glorified God.
The ruler of the synagogue, being indignant because Jesus had healed on the Sabbath, said to the multitude, "There are six days in which women ought to work. Therefore come on those days and be healed, and not on the Sabbath day!"
Therefore the Domina answered her, "You hypocrites! Doesn't each one of you free her ox or her donkey from the stall on the Sabbath, and lead her away to water?
Ought not this man, being a son of Abrahai, whom Satan had bound eighteen long years, be freed from this bondage on the Sabbath day?"
As she said these things, all her adversaries were disappointed, and all the multitude rejoiced for all the glorious things that were done by her.
She said, "What is the Kingdom of God like? To what shall I compare it?
It is like a grain of mustard seed, which a woman took, and put in her own garden. It grew, and became a large tree, and the birds of the sky lodged in its branches."
Again she said, "To what shall I compare the Kingdom of God?
It is like yeast, which a man took and hid in three measures of flour, until it was all leavened."
She went on her way through cities and villages, teaching, and traveling on to Jerusalem.
One said to her, "Domina, are they few who are saved?" She said to them,
"Strive to enter in by the narrow door, for many, I tell you, will seek to enter in, and will not be able.
When once the master of the house has risen up, and has shut the door, and you begin to stand outside, and to knock at the door, saying, 'Domina, Domina, open to us!' then she will answer and tell you, 'I don't know you or where you come from.'
Then you will begin to say, 'We ate and drank in your presence, and you taught in our streets.'
She will say, 'I tell you, I don't know where you come from. Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity.'
There will be weeping and gnashing of teeth, when you see Abrahai, Isaaca, Jacoba, and all the prophets, in the Kingdom of God, and yourselves being thrown outside.
They will come from the east, west, north, and south, and will sit down in the Kingdom of God.
Behold, there are some who are last who will be first, and there are some who are first who will be last."
On that same day, some Pharisees came, saying to her, "Get out of here, and go away, for Heroda wants to kill you."
She said to them, "Go and tell that fox, 'Behold, I cast out demons and perform cures today and tomorrow, and the third day I complete my mission.
Nevertheless I must go on my way today and tomorrow and the next day, for it can't be that a prophetess perish outside of Jerusalem.'
"Jerusalem, Jerusalem, that kills the prophets, and stones those who are sent to him! How often I wanted to gather your children together, like a hen gathers his own brood under his wings, and you refused!
Behold, your house is left to you desolate. I tell you, you will not see me, until you say, 'Blessed is she who comes in the name of the Domina!'"