There was something that bothered me about setting up the table in the house of the Lord.
“I don’t feel right about this,” I said to my friend.
“Don’t worry,” he replied. “Look at this crowd. There’s money to be made here.”
“But shouldn’t we be doing this on the street?”
“Look around you. Everyone else is doing it. You don’t see the chief priests or Pharisees objecting, do you?”
I nodded in agreement. No one seemed to object.
“We’re doing a service to the people selling doves right here in the temple court.”
“I guess,” I reluctantly agreed.
Suddenly I heard a snap like a whip. I turned to see a man approaching the tables. There was another crack of the whip and he started to overturn tables as he began to drive people out of the temple courts. My friend and I froze as he approached our table.
I winced as he raised his whip and stared at us with steely eyes.
“Get these out of here! Stop turning my Father’s house into a market!”
My friend grabbed what cages he could and fled as the man overturned our table and moved to the next. I followed close behind. I had never seen someone with such zeal for God.
As we fled to the street with the others who were selling in the temple courts, my heart was filled with remorse. “Had I violated the sacredness of the temple?”
#WednesdayWalk Through the Bible — an exploration of what unknown people might have seen or felt when they witnessed the events in the Bible. This post is from the perspective of a person who saw Jesus clear the temple in John 2:13-17
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