Luke 13:18-34

¹⁸He said, “What is God’s Kingdom like? To what shall I compare it?

¹⁹It is like a grain of mustard seed which a man took and put in his own garden. It grew and became a large tree, and the birds of the sky live in its branches.”

²⁰Again he said, “To what shall I compare God’s Kingdom?

²¹It is like yeast, which a woman took and hid in three measures of flour, until it was all leavened.”

²²He went on his way through cities and villages, teaching, and traveling on to Jerusalem.

²³One said to him, “Lord, are they few who are saved?” He said to them,

²⁴“Strive to enter in by the narrow door, for many, I tell you, will seek to enter in and will not be able.

²⁵When 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, ‘Lord, Lord, open to us!’ then he will answer and tell you, ‘I don’t know you or where you come from.’

²⁶Then you will begin to say, ‘We ate and drank in your presence, and you taught in our streets.’

²⁷He will say, ‘I tell you, I don’t know where you come from. Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity.’

²⁸There will be weeping and gnashing of teeth when you see Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, and all the prophets in God’s Kingdom, and yourselves being thrown outside.

²⁹They will come from the east, west, north, and south, and will sit down in God’s Kingdom.

³⁰Behold, there are some who are last who will be first, and there are some who are first who will be last.”

³¹On that same day, some Pharisees came, saying to him, “Get out of here and go away, for Herod wants to kill you.”

³²He 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.

³³Nevertheless I must go on my way today and tomorrow and the next day, for it can’t be that a prophet would perish outside of Jerusalem.’

³⁴“Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you who kills the prophets and stones those who are sent to her! How often I wanted to gather your children together, like a hen gathers her own brood under her wings, and you refused!