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Matthew 21:19

The Passion Translation

He noticed a lone fig tree by the side of the path and walked over to see if there was any fruit on it, but there was none—he found only leaves. So he spoke to the fig tree and said, “You will be barren and will never bear fruit again!” Instantly the fig tree shriveled up right in front of their eyes!

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First he dug up its ground and hauled away its stones so he could plant within it the choicest of vines. He built a watchtower in the middle of it and carved a winepress out of its rock. He fully expected it to bear good grapes, but instead it produced only worthless wild grapes.

Yahweh says: “I will surely make an end of them. There will be neither cluster on the vine nor figs on the fig trees— even the leaves have withered. I gave them a good harvest, but it escaped from them.”

Astonished, his disciples asked, “How did you make this fig tree instantly wither and die?”

Jesus spoke to the fig tree, saying, “No one will ever eat fruit from you again!” And the disciples overheard him.

In the morning, they passed by the fig tree that Jesus spoke to and it was completely withered from the roots up.

“Even now God’s axe of judgment is poised to chop down your barren tree right down to its roots! And every tree that does not produce good fruit will be leveled and thrown into the fire.”

He cares for the branches connected to me by lifting and propping up the fruitless branches and pruning every fruitful branch to yield a greater harvest.

If a person is separated from me, he is discarded; such branches are gathered up and thrown into the fire to be burned.

They may pretend to have a respect for God, but in reality they want nothing to do with God’s power. Stay away from people like these!

They claim to know God, but by their actions they deny him. They are disgusting, disobedient, and disqualified from doing anything good.

These false teachers are like dangerous hidden reefs at your love feasts, lying in wait to shipwreck the immature. They feast among you without reverence, having no shepherd but themselves. They are clouds with no rain, swept along by the winds. Like fruitless late-autumn trees —twice dead, barren, and plucked up by the roots!

Let the evildoers be at their worst and the morally filthy continue in their depravity—yet the righteous will still do what is right, and the holy will still be holy.”




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