His winnowing-fork is in His hand, and He will clean out His threshing-floor and store His wheat in His barn, but He will burn up the chaff with fire that never can be put out."

Take a good look at the wild birds, for they do not sow or reap, or store up food in barns, and yet your heavenly Father keeps on feeding them. Are you not worth more than they?

And suddenly a furious storm came up, so that the boat was being covered over by the bursting billows, but He kept on sleeping.

And from the days of John the Baptist until the present moment the kingdom of heaven has been continuously taken by storm, and those who take it by storm are seizing it as a precious prize.

"Now listen closely to the story of the sower.

He told them another story, as follows: "The kingdom of heaven is like a man who sowed seed in his field.

He told them this story, as follows: "The kingdom of heaven may be compared to a mustard seed which a man took and sowed in his field.

He told another story: "The kingdom of heaven may be compared to yeast which a woman took and worked into a bushel of flour until it all had risen."

Jesus told the crowds all this in stories, and without a story He told them nothing,

Then He left the crowds and went into His house. And His disciples came up to Him and said, "Explain to us the story of the wild wheat in the field."

"Listen to another story. There was once an owner of an estate who planted a vineyard and built a fence around it, and hewed out a wine-vat in it, and built a tower, and rented it to tenant farmers, and then went abroad.

"Now learn what the story of the fig tree means. Just as soon as its branches grow tender, and put forth leaves, you know that summer is near.

But the thoughtful ones answered, 'No, no, there may not be enough for you and us. Go to the store and buy your own oil.'

So they took the money and did as they were told. And this story has been told among the Jews down to the present time.

But he went out and began to publish it so much and to spread the story so far, that Jesus could not any more go into any town openly, but had to stay out in thinly settled places. But the people kept coming to Him from every quarter.

Then He said to them: "If you do not understand this story, how, indeed, can you understand any of my stories?

Then He kept on saying: "How can I further picture the kingdom of God, or by what story can I illustrate it?

Now when He had left the crowd and gone home, His disciples were asking Him the meaning of this story.

Then they were trying to have Him arrested, but they were afraid of the people, for they knew that He aimed this story at them. And so they left Him and went away.

"Now learn what the story of the fig tree means. Just as soon as its branches grow tender, and put forth leaves, you know that summer is near.

When they saw this, they informed them of the story that had been told about this child.

His winnowing-fork is in His hand, and He will clean out His threshing-floor, and store His wheat in His barn; but He will burn up the chaff with fire inextinguishable."

Then He told them a short story: "No one tears a piece from a new coat and puts it on an old one; or if he does, he will tear the new one too, and the patch from the new coat will not match the old one.

Then He told them a story: "Can one blind man lead another? Will they not both fall into the ditch?

This story about Him spread all over Judea and all the surrounding country.

Now as a great crowd was coming together and people were coming to Him from one town after another, He said by way of a story:

His disciples were asking Him what this story meant.

This is what the story means: The seed is God's message.

"You must store away in your memories these words, for the Son of Man is going to be turned over to the hands of men!"

Then He told them a story, as follows: "A certain rich man's lands yielded bountifully.

So he began to argue with himself, 'What am I to do, because I have nowhere to store my crops?'

Then he said, 'This is what I will do: I will tear down my barns and build larger ones, and in them I will store all my grains and my goods.

Peter said to Him, "Lord, do you mean this story for us, or is it for everybody?"

Then He told them this story: "A man had a fig tree planted by his vineyard, and he kept going and looking for figs on it, but did not find any.

When He noticed how the guests were picking out the best places, He told them the following story:

So He told them the following story:

It was the law and the prophets until John, but ever since that time the good news of the kingdom of God has been proclaimed, and everybody has been taking it by storm.

Now He told them the following story to show how necessary it is for people always to pray and never to give up:

To some people who were confident that they themselves were upright, but who scorned everybody else, He told the following story:

As they were listening to these things, He told them another story, because He was near Jerusalem and because they supposed that the kingdom of God was going to appear at once.

Then He went on to tell the people the following story: "Once upon a time a man planted a vineyard and leased it to tenant farmers, and then went abroad for a long stay.

Then the scribes and the high priests tried to arrest Him at that very hour, but they were afraid of the people, for they knew that He meant this story for them.

Then He told them a story: "Look at the fig tree and all the trees.

and after telling them the whole story, sent them to Joppa.

You know the story yourselves that spread all over Judea, beginning from Galilee after the baptism that John preached,

and a young man named Eutychus, who was sitting by the window, was gradually overcome by heavy drowsiness, as Paul kept speaking longer and longer, and at last he went fast asleep and fell from the third story to the ground and was picked up dead.

The next day, because we were so violently beaten by the storm, they began to throw the cargo overboard,

For a number of days neither the sun nor the stars were to be seen, and the storm continued to rage, until at last all hope of being saved was now vanishing,

On the first day of every week each of you must put aside and store up something in proportion as he is prospered, so that no contributions need be made when I come back.

For you have not come to a blazing fire that can be touched, to gloom and darkness, storm

Such men are dried-up springs, clouds driven by the storm, and they are doomed to densest darkness.