For sure it was a crazy scene – Jesus, the teacher, healer, deliverer, now declared king, striding through the small bazaar, dumping over tables, coins flying, sheep bleating, birds screeching, men shouting. And the children, still singing out, “Hosanna! Hosanna! Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord.”
I loved it.
Nevermind that I know what’s going to happen next. Nevermind that the week is going to disintegrate into darkness. I’m here, now, reading this passage and imagining this scene. Jesus – reclaiming the temple court for all the foreigners with their odd clothes and thick accents, the blind and lame who need healing, the poor and hungry, the curious, the hateful, the frightened and the seeking.
My house, he said, is a house of prayer.
Of course I loved it. A crazy overthrow of all that would shut us outside, alone to figure out how we can get enough, be enough, or at least look like enough to get into God’s presence.
My house, he said, is house prayer and the people came. The half blind and half crazy, the fully sighted, well-dressed, the men and the women, the foreigners and the locals. The gays and straights. The democrats and republicans. The white and every other color under the sun. They all came.
They came seeking healing and Jesus healed them. They came seeking guidance and Jesus taught them. Every day. Everyday they came, unafraid to meet with Jesus.
That’s how the week unfolded. Every day, Jesus was in the temple court.
My house, he said, is a house prayer. Come, all who are thirsty. Come, all who are weak. Come. Come and meet with me. I will give you rest. I will heal you; your bodies and your relationships. I will free you from the darkness within and without. I will help you understand who you are, who I am, who the Father is. I will cleanse you and forgive you. I will accept you, adopt you. Welcome you home.
And every day. Every day that last week, Jesus went into the temple and met with the people who came to seek him.
Of course I love it. Yeah, I know what’s coming, and I’ll get there. But first, Jesus cleared the temple and made it his own meeting room and now he’s welcoming everyone.
Are you coming in?