Jesus and the Money Changers
When you see pictures of Jesus, he’s typically calm, collected and serene. But what about the OTHER picture of him? The one where he is throwing the money changers out of the Temple. THAT one.
You know, growing up, I always looked at this story as a get-out-of-jail-free card for my anger. After all, Jesus was angry, what would be wrong with me? The logic was that of an immature child.
As an adult, I view this story differently. Jesus wasn’t angry. He was bold. He was walking and doing the will of his Father, this required taking care of business. Let me share the story:
Jesus at the Temple
12 Jesus entered the temple courts and drove out all who were buying and selling there. He overturned the tables of the money changers and the benches of those selling doves. 13 “It is written,” he said to them, “‘My house will be called a house of prayer,’[e] but you are making it ‘a den of robbers.’[f]”
Many men (and women) have analyzed and over-analyzed this story in the Gospels. What is the point? Was it to show that anger is ok when warranted? Is it to show the very humanness of Jesus Christ? Or was there something else to the story?
Recently, I witnessed, the politicization of a situation that made me sad. Sad to the core. Sad, because a judgment was made and ONE person objected to that judgment. After relentlessly bullying their position, the judgment was (in my opinion) reversed. For the worst. Not for the better.
And this is where my faith hits reality. Where I realize that we who have obtained freedom in Christ need to be bold in our faith and declare that the religious leaders have made our Father’s house a den of thieves.
I watched, with bile rising to my throat, as my brothers and sisters SOULS and LIVES were traded on the stock-exchange of the “brethren”. There was no concern for the blood shed in Portland. No concern for the flock that was scattered. No respect for the work by a man who tirelessly year-after-year taught us to follow the voice of Christ. No. It became about territory and men’s position.
Whatever happened to being a servant? A shepherd? A healer of the broken hearted? Freer of the captive? Father to the fatherless? When did “Preach my Gospel” become a round table of arrogant men deciding the fate of people’s lives without having the balls to even SAY what REALLY happened here in Portland?
I will. I will say it. WHAT happened was abuse. 100% abuse. To make the people go back.
It makes me angry.
… to be continued.