whose fan is in his hand, to thoroughly cleanse his threshing floor, and will gather the wheat into his barn; but he will burn up the chaff with unquenchable fire."

He said to the vine dresser, 'Look, 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?'

If it bears fruit, fine; but if not, after that, you can cut it down.'"

"Now there was a certain rich man, and he was clothed in purple and fine linen, living in luxury every day.

for I tell you, I will not drink at all again from the fruit of the vine, until the Kingdom of God comes."