“Then Jesus went into the temple and began to drive out those who bought and sold in the temple, and overturned the tables of the money changers.” Mark 11:15
I was thinking about this scene today, about Jesus coming into His Father’s house and driving out those who had turned it into a marketplace of capitalism. I was thinking about how zeal for His Father’s house indeed consumed Him, being one of the final straws before the Pharisees and other leaders put the finishing touches on their plan to kill God incarnate. I was thinking about how awesome it must have been to see Jesus clearing house and setting things right.
Then I thought about this:
“Or do you not know that your body is the temple of the Holy Spirit Who is in you, whom you have from God, and you are not your own?” 1 Cor. 6:19
He is turning the tables in the temple right now.
He is causing me to question all my preconceived notions, all my selfish ideas about what I want and need and possess. These notions that I try to hide under the guise of religious language. All these things that seem o.k. from the outside, but don’t really line up.
I have, in fact, made His house a den of thieves and robbers.
And I’m the thief. I’m the robber.
Clean house, Lord.
The Wading Pool 