Not by might, but maybe just this once.

"Not by might, nor by power, but by my...actually, scratch that. Sometimes, you just have to take power and get stuff done," says the Lord.

"I, Paul, determined to know nothing among you except Jesus Christ and him crucified...actually, that would never work. Forget that I ever said that."

"If anyone would follow me, they must deny themselves, take up their cross and...you know what? What would that even accomplish? I'm sorry. So impractical."

Jesus, knowing that they intended to come and make him king by force, was like, "Yes! Finally. I get to call the shots and get stuff done!"

Jesus said to Peter, "Put your sword back in its...well, you know what? Go ahead use that thing to get stuff done!"

Then Jesus told his disciples, “If anyone would come after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross and follow me." Peter took him aside and rebuked him. And Jesus repented, saying, "You are right Peter, what was I thinking? We need to get some stuff done. To the capital!"

"All this I will give you," Satan declared, "if you will bow down and worship me." And Jesus answered him, "Okay, but just this once, and only so I can get some important stuff done."

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