A fool's annoyance is known at once, but the prudent overlooks an insult.

After noticing a fig tree by the road he went to it, but found nothing on it except leaves. He said to it, "Never again will there be fruit from you!" And the fig tree withered at once.

Or do you think that I cannot call on my Father, and that he would send me more than twelve legions of angels right now?

So I hope to send him as soon as I know more about my situation,