“’It is written,’ He said to them, ‘”My house will be a house of prayer”; but you have made it “a den of robbers.”‘”(Luke 19:46).
It was that time of year when artists sell craft items for holiday gifting. Two friends had invited me to attend their venues: same day but miles apart. Such crafting is now impossible for me to do and I grieve the loss. Yet I can rejoice with those still involved.
Caution was essential in the elementary school setting of the first event: the noise, the lighting, the crowds that overstimulate and can trigger me into an internal spinning vertigo attack in a nano second. But I was on a mission!
Every inch of space was packed. Tables overflowed with merchandise. There was barely room to walk in the corridors crowded with tables and people shopping. I felt like running out but I was on my mission!
I found my friend with her exquisite sewn work on display. Every piece was in bright, busy, bold colors and patterns. My head was literally starting to swim looking at the array. So I concentrated on my friend’s delight and our meeting in this place.
Turmoil. There was turmoil in my temple where God dwells. He was not wanting to drive me away, nor were the crafters needing any “driving out.” No. He had brought me to this joyful place. Yet with one slight move, engulfed in all that I mentioned above, my head went spinning. I clutched the table and slowly the worst subsided. I knew it was time to leave, hugged my friend and prayed. I left the classroom setting, walked the crowed corridors and out to fresh air, natural lighting, and wide open spaces!
Not free from assault yet, the enemy came pounding in with his negatives. What if you can’t get home? What if. . . blah, blah, blah. . . on he went.
The setting I had been in was chaotic, but surely not this Scripture’s scene. What Jesus needed to drive out of my temple were the thought-robbers the enemy had pounded into it while I was vulnerable, spinning, reactive, and off guard.
Realities needed attention, time to calm my body to be safe to drive. Equally important was getting rid of the thoughts thrashing hard. Jesus had the whip. I knew the call. Together we were a team in the temple, driving out the one with the tactics to rob me of peace. In the “now” of that experience, we reclaimed God’s temple.
Prayer: Lord, from turmoil to peace, you lead me with the calm of your Presence and the authority of your righteous anger when the enemy attempts to invade our space. Abundant amens and thank You!
About the Author:
Lynn Severance is a retired elementary classroom teacher. She lives in Lynnwood, Washington. She writes to encourage others as God has encouraged her during 30 years of living with daily physical challenges. Visit Lynn’s blog and sign up to receive new postings in your email box! http://lynn-severance.blogspot.com
Recall a time when you were caught off guard and your chronic condition flared in a flash. What did you do? How did you respond? How long did it take to remember that God was near to help? How did He help you? In what ways did it build your faith in Him?
Temples of old were places where people went to worship and to offer sacrifices. Although churches (temples) are still places where believers gather to worship, we are now an individual temple where Christ’s Spirit dwells. He offered himself as a sacrifice for each of us. Now it is our turn to be an offering to Him. May peace dwell in our temple as we meet with our Savior there. In song, Chris Christian helps us to meditate on this reality.