Mark 11:20First Nations VersionIn the morning, as they were walking on their way to Village of Peace (Jerusalem), they saw the fig tree dried up from the roots. See the chapter |
These bad-hearted ones have no respect for the love you share when they feast with you at your sacred family gatherings. They are dark spots and stains on your gatherings, caring only for themselves. They are clouds with no rain, blown about by the winds. They are trees that have no fruit at the harvest moon. They are twice dead, with their roots plucked from the ground.