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,’ but you are making it ‘a den of robbers.’”
14 The blind and the lame came to him at the temple, and he healed them. 15 But when the chief priests and the teachers of the law saw the wonderful things he did and the children shouting in the temple courts, “Hosanna to the Son of David,” they were indignant.
16 “Do you hear what these children are saying?” they asked him.
“Yes,” replied Jesus, “have you never read,
“‘From the lips of children and infants
you, Lord, have called forth your praise’?”
17 And he left them and went out of the city to Bethany, where he spent the night.
Dear God, is it bad to say that I can sympathize with the chief priests here? I talked a couple of days ago about getting caught up in a mob mentality and a situation that overwhelms your ability to process it and cope. Well, the chief priests were sitting there, geared up for the Passover, probably a little stressed, and then here comes Jesus. He turns over tables and rebukes a lot of people who are changing money and selling doves. He creates a ruckus by healing people. Children start not only singing to him, but basically saying that they believe he is the Messiah by calling him the Son of David. Things were getting out of control and they were indignant. They lost it in a way that was tragic, and their responses that day set them on a path that would continue beyond Jesus’ crucifixion and resurrection. The path would dictate how they responded to the Christian church for decades and centuries. I can’t imagine what would have happened if they had embraced Jesus as the Messiah that day. What would Jesus have done then?
I hit my mental and emotional overload yesterday. Every time I turned around at work someone was coming to me with another problem. Some of them are just hard, but one, in particular, is vexing, and, now that I think about it, it is important that I handle it correctly now because I can see that my response will have ramifications on the Center, a patient, and even some of our staff for a long time to come. I found myself, yesterday, disagreeing with some of my staff that wanted to take a harder line in a certain situation, but I was able to show them that a more tender and merciful path would be better. I don’t know where it will end, but I think I was able to avoid the peer pressure and make a wise decision.
Father, while the decision MIGHT have been the right one, I still need you in this particular situation. I need you to love the patient in question. This person needs your healing. We need you to heal her. Please do so with your mercy and your power, if you are willing. I need you to reveal yourself to all of us as we move through difficult situations like this. It applies to parenting too, as well as my marriage. We all make decisions every day that have the potential to reverberate for years and years. Please help me to be wise when these situations come up, avoid what tradition says I should do, and embrace what you call me to do. Love through me, even at my own expense. Pride accomplishes nothing for me. It only hinders your Spirit and what you try to do through me. So help me to be humble as I seek your path.