Lord, have mercy on my son, for he is an epileptic and he suffers terribly; he often falls into the fire and often into the water.
I brought him to your disciples, but they could not cure him
You faithless and perverse generation, how much longer must I be with you? How much longer must I put up with you? Bring him here to me.
Why could we not cast it out?
Because of your little faith. For truly I tell you, if you have faith the size of a[c] mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move; and nothing will be impossible for you.