She was 89. She’d lived in that house longer than she had lived anywhere
else. It was the last house her husband left - first to the nursing
home and then to his Maker.
She regularly went across to stay
with her brother for periods of time to break the calendar of
loneliness. On this occasion, she returned to find the house, the home,
the treasure trove of memories violated - she had been burgled.
I
was worried for her and furious at ‘them’. How could ‘they’ have done
this to her - she was 89 for crying out loud. Anger burned deeply
because ‘they’ had ransacked something special, not the house or home as
such, but the story it told. They had displaced and upended memories
and emotions. How could they have done this to her house; how could they
have done this to her?
How could they have done this to His house? How could they have done this to Him?
The
Temple was such a vital place for God’s people the Jews. It was the
place that they came to meet God, to be in His presence, a physical
space, an encounter.
This building told the story of a nation, of
people’s waxing and waning response to God’s song of love sung through
prophet and priest alike - I love you, I want to be with you, will you
come and be with me?
It began as a tent, making pilgrimage across
the desert. God with His people. Over centuries the calf skin sides had
become blocks of stone. It wasn’t that God had stopped moving, but His
people had. They inherited the land that He promised them and settled
down. Perhaps they had become spiritually stationary too. God needed
somewhere to come. Or was that it in the Temple they could contain Him,
like a genie in a lamp?
And so Jesus comes to Jerusalem and to
this stone story, and he found the story retranslated into a foreign
language. Their memories were eternally short. The God of Israel was not
a God for Israel, but for all people - Jew and Gentile alike, and here
they filled the place for those Gentiles with an open-air market. How
could they draw near where there was no space? How could they hear of
His love above the sales patter and barter, braying animals and taxes
paid? And with a flurry of fury - tables turned, flapping birds and
flapping traders - ‘what is this place for?’ he screamed.
Why is
Jesus furious? It’s surely not the fact that the Temple buildings and
courts were being used this way? No, perhaps it is more to do with God’s
people’s priorities having been skewed. The Temple’s focus was no
longer a concert hall to hear eternity’s greatest love song; the worship
of the Living God had been replaced by the irreverent worship of
dishonest gain.
And this is such a contemporary encounter - those
exercising ministry in the name of Jesus, colluding to remove those who
wish to turn the tables of those who benefit most from the ill-gotten
gains of our bonus culture... And Jesus wept...
The Temple’s
focus was to be a concert hall to enable the whole world to hear
eternity’s greatest love song... The building was a means to an end.
Jesus’ actions that day weren’t about the decorated, dignified, deified
space of the Temple, but the decorated, dignified, deified space of the
human heart. Hearts that need to be daily crucified and resurrected to
allow God to fill them with His glorious presence.
As we turn our faces more determinedly towards Christ’s Passion, we
would do well to ask ourselves - where is our focus as we strain to hear
God’s song of love to us? On the church building, or seeing God build
His church? Is it more about place than people? Is it about stones or
hearts?
If Lent means anything, it calls us to allow Christ to
enter the Temple of our hearts afresh and cleanse it; to upend, to bring
down, to overturn, and to free, to break all that prevents us from
drawing into His glorious presence; and to free our lives to welcome
others into His glorious presence. Let us pray:
Lord, do something about your Church.
It is so awful, it is hard not to feel ashamed of belonging to it.
Most of the time it seems to be all the things you condemned:
hierarchical, conventional, judgmental, hypocritical,
respectable, comfortable, moralising, compromising,
clinging to its privileges and worldly securities,
and when not positively objectionable, merely absurd.
Lord, we need your whip of cords.
Judge us and cleanse us,
challenge and change us,
break and remake us.
Help us to be what you called us to be.
Help us to embody you on earth.
Help us to make you real down here,
and to feed your people bread instead of stones.
And start with me. Amen
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