Another said, ‘I just got married, and I cannot come.’

Whoever does not carry his own cross and follow me cannot be my disciple.

Then you will be blessed, because they cannot repay you, for you will be repaid at the resurrection of the righteous.”

So Jesus said to them, “You cannot make the wedding guests fast while the bridegroom is with them, can you?

So if you cannot do such a very little thing as this, why do you worry about the rest?

If he cannot succeed, he will send a representative while the other is still a long way off and ask for terms of peace.

“If anyone comes to me and does not hate his own father and mother, and wife and children, and brothers and sisters, and even his own life, he cannot be my disciple.

No servant can serve two masters, for either he will hate the one and love the other, or he will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve God and money.”

Then he will reply from inside, ‘Do not bother me. The door is already shut, and my children and I are in bed. I cannot get up and give you anything.’

He also told them a parable: “Someone who is blind cannot lead another who is blind, can he? Won’t they both fall into a pit?

Besides all this, a great chasm has been fixed between us, so that those who want to cross over from here to you cannot do so, and no one can cross from there to us.’

In the same way therefore not one of you can be my disciple if he does not renounce all his own possessions.

Nevertheless I must go on my way today and tomorrow and the next day, because it is impossible that a prophet should be killed outside Jerusalem.’

In fact, they can no longer die, because they are equal to angels and are sons of God, since they are sons of the resurrection.

So he called the manager in and said to him, ‘What is this I hear about you? Turn in the account of your administration, because you can no longer be my manager.’

Then the manager said to himself, ‘What should I do, since my master is taking my position away from me? I’m not strong enough to dig, and I’m too ashamed to beg.

“I tell you, my friends, do not be afraid of those who kill the body, and after that have nothing more they can do.

His winnowing fork is in his hand to clean out his threshing floor and to gather the wheat into his storehouse, but the chaff he will burn up with inextinguishable fire.”