One of those tough afternoons alone.
Doubt gives deceptive comfort.
And then i thought about anger.
I always wondered how the Son of God could get angry. Angry enough to storm into the Temple and overturn tables, stalls, flipping money all over the place and shouting, insulting and accusing men. Middle Eastern men, who i still find have quite a temprament ... to put it mildly.
Jesus did.
Like all great teachers who lead us when we need leading, they trust us. Always. Never giving up that trust that is love. These teachers know us better than we know ourselves. They look right through whatever game we having going on and smile. They know and still they are willing to teach us.
Jesus is.
So back to the temple, the riot that results from one man's actions. One teacher's actions. If a gentle man in robes and some very nice talk about peace, etcetera, were to stroll into the temple yard and begin upsetting businesses, Sanctified and Holy businesses, how would they react? Dumbfounded? Annoyed? A mad man: best just let him get along with is illness until the police arrive. Would they be open to this gentle man's words?
But come in angery. Outrage and conviction. Raising his voice even above the outrage and conviction of those Middle Eastern men. That would take a lot of volume. And unwaivering certainty. Power. Command. What teacher does not use all the tools he has to get his point across? The lesson shall be taught, but not from a scroll, but in anger! What student did not get angry too? At accusation, punishment and pointing out an impossible error! So unfair.
And later the shame. And the knowledge. And the growth.
I smile. Good work, teacher.
Deo gratias.
Doubt gives deceptive comfort.
And then i thought about anger.
I always wondered how the Son of God could get angry. Angry enough to storm into the Temple and overturn tables, stalls, flipping money all over the place and shouting, insulting and accusing men. Middle Eastern men, who i still find have quite a temprament ... to put it mildly.
Jesus did.
Like all great teachers who lead us when we need leading, they trust us. Always. Never giving up that trust that is love. These teachers know us better than we know ourselves. They look right through whatever game we having going on and smile. They know and still they are willing to teach us.
Jesus is.
So back to the temple, the riot that results from one man's actions. One teacher's actions. If a gentle man in robes and some very nice talk about peace, etcetera, were to stroll into the temple yard and begin upsetting businesses, Sanctified and Holy businesses, how would they react? Dumbfounded? Annoyed? A mad man: best just let him get along with is illness until the police arrive. Would they be open to this gentle man's words?
But come in angery. Outrage and conviction. Raising his voice even above the outrage and conviction of those Middle Eastern men. That would take a lot of volume. And unwaivering certainty. Power. Command. What teacher does not use all the tools he has to get his point across? The lesson shall be taught, but not from a scroll, but in anger! What student did not get angry too? At accusation, punishment and pointing out an impossible error! So unfair.
And later the shame. And the knowledge. And the growth.
I smile. Good work, teacher.
Deo gratias.
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