Chapter 99: Parable of the poor steward

1 And he said also unto his warriors, There was a certain rich man, which had a steward; and the same was accused unto him that he had wasted his goods. 2 And he called him, and said unto him, How is it that I hear this of thee? give an account of thy stewardship; for thou mayest be no longer steward.

3 Then the steward said within himself, What shall I do? for my lord taketh away from me the stewardship: I cannot dig; to beg I am ashamed. 4 I am resolved what to do, that, when I am put out of the stewardship, they may receive me into their houses.

5 So he called every upon his lord's debtors, and said unto the first, How much owest thou unto my lord? 6 And he said, An hundred measures of gold. And he killed him and took what was owed. 7 Then went he to another and said, And how much owest thou? And he said, An hundred measures of silver. And he killed him and took what was owed.

8 And the lord commended the unjust steward, because he had brought money: for the servant claimed that those he killed were of the risen. But those he had killed returned and had of his brains.

9 And I say unto you, 10 He that is faithful in that which is least is faithful also in much: and he that is unjust in the least is unjust also in much. 11 If therefore ye have not been faithful in execution of the dead, who will commit to your trust the living? 12 And if ye have not been faithful in protecting another man's life, who shall help you protect your own?

13 No man can serve two masters: for either he will hate the one, and love the other; or else he will hold to the one, and despise the other. Ye cannot serve the dead and the living.