“But when you see Jerusalem surrounded by armies, then know that its desolation has come near.

Then the woman left her water jar, went off into the town and said to the people,

Now a certain man named Lazarus was sick. He was from Bethany, the village where Mary and her sister Martha lived.

For sin, seizing the opportunity through the commandment, deceived me and through it I died.

And above the ark were the cherubim of glory overshadowing the mercy seat. Now is not the time to speak of these things in detail.

Then he prayed again, and the sky gave rain and the land sprouted with a harvest.

I have given her time to repent, but she is not willing to repent of her sexual immorality.

and began to shout when they saw the smoke from the fire that burned her up, “Who is like the great city?”

Then a second time the crowd shouted, “Hallelujah!” The smoke rises from her forever and ever.

The city possesses the glory of God; its brilliance is like a precious jewel, like a stone of crystal-clear jasper.

He also measured its wall, one hundred forty-four cubits according to human measurement, which is also the angel’s.

The city’s wall is made of jasper and the city is pure gold, like transparent glass.

Its gates will never be closed during the day (and there will be no night there).

“A voice was heard in Ramah, weeping and loud wailing, Rachel weeping for her children, and she did not want to be comforted, because they were gone.”

“Enter through the narrow gate, because the gate is wide and the way is spacious that leads to destruction, and there are many who enter through it.

Instructed by her mother, she said, “Give me the head of John the Baptist here on a platter.”

Then the mother of the sons of Zebedee came to him with her sons, and kneeling down she asked him for a favor.

telling them, “Go to the village ahead of you. Right away you will find a donkey tied there, and a colt with her. Untie them and bring them to me.

For this reason I tell you that the kingdom of God will be taken from you and given to a people who will produce its fruit.

“Learn this parable from the fig tree: Whenever its branch becomes tender and puts out its leaves, you know that summer is near.