I can’t say why I’ve been coming most of my life. Every year. I want to honor and worship the Almighty One, but this annual journey seems futile, especially within Rome’s grip. Still, something in me brings me back.
Every year I scrimp and save to be here for the Passover. Every year I think it is going to be special. And every year by the time I get here, I am so worn and weary from trepidation, travel, the crowds of people, all clamoring to get on with it, the whole point seems to get lost. And yet I come.
When I arrived this morning, later than I intended, people seemed somehow livelier than ever before. I noticed palm leaves laying everywhere. I wondered if another dignitary had arrived, but looking around as I walked, I saw nothing special.
It took longer than usual to get to the temple. Once I reached the outer court that old feeling crept in again. I don’t like admitting it, but I feel conflicted, kind of resentful about the vendors lining the walls. I get that they offer a convenience for travelers who didn’t bring offerings. Ya gotta make a living somehow. Right? Still, so many times I’ve noticed inferior animals. I’m not gonna lie, I wonder how they justify that. But it’s none of my business.
After a while, I was glad to have found a space in the shade to rest a moment. Casually watching people passing through the gate, suddenly there was this guy. I don’t understand why I noticed him coming from yards away. Though he seemed to be with a group, he distinctly stood out. Steady, serene, he looked like a man with a purpose. He didn’t look particularly special, and yet I couldn’t stop watching him.
I watched his entire being seem to darken as he took in the court, his face visibly changed; he seemed to become troubled. For some reason my thoughts raced about what he might be thinking. Why? What is it about him? I don’t know him.
Though I saw the hawkers calling to him, I couldn’t look away from him. All of a sudden it seemed the whole court blew up. The guy went to a table, took a hold of one end and flipped it over! People jumped and scurried as he went on flipping the tables over, birds, animals and coins scattered everywhere.
Who is this guy?!
I wanted to run from what would be certain trouble, but I couldn’t move. Over the noise, confusion and excitement, I heard him speak from across the court – loudly without raising his voice; intense words about his father, a house of prayer, a den of thieves. What the…?
Then I noticed the priests across the court stepping back, talking into one another’s ears. They looked shocked, confused and then outraged. The moment I looked away the guy was gone from sight. I saw an opening in the crowd and dodged out.
It’s been hours since the temple upset. Quiet now, everyone around me sleeps, but I can’t stop thinking about that guy. As if something deep within me wants to find him, talk to him, listen to him – and warn him about the priests. This is so strange. It’s none of my business.
It’s late. I am tired but I can’t rest. God, help me understand!
“I love those who love me, and those who seek me find me.” Proverbs 8:17 (NIV)
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Originally posted on What’s Next 2016 March 21
This is what happens when I get behind with reading posts, so glad I saw this now. Now I don’t have to wonder about Part 2 and 3, I can go read them right away. 🙂
Great job!
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You’re kind to say. I’ve been obsessed over chapters & journals so I leaned on this series from a couple of years back. I wish you ablessed Resurrection weekend, JoyRoses ❤
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So glad that you did. I enjoyed it! A blessed Easter to you!
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I’m ready for more
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Good to hear, Oneta. Part 2 posts in the morning. <
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I totally enjoyed how you painted the scene in the temple Roo. Almost as if you are there 🙂
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Thank you, Jacqueline. That’s good to hear. I like to imagine being there.
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Love the unexpected you-are-there approach, Roo!
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Thanks Mitch. This morning out of nowhere That Guy flowed instead of what I had in mind. We plan. God laughs.
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