A Love that Overturns

I was with Him, as always—from Bethlehem’s quiet to the lonely wilderness. But today, as He entered the temple, I felt a holy fire rise within Him.

His Father’s house—meant for prayer, worship, and covenant—had become a market of greed. Coins clattered where incense once rose. The sacred space profaned. And I saw Him wrestle—not in doubt, but in sorrow. For His heart burned with love for these people… and with reverence for the Father’s dwelling.

He came to save them, not to destroy. Yet love must purify what has been defiled.

With divine authority, He overturned the tables. He scattered coins. He drove out the merchants. And with fire in His voice, He cried:

“It is written: My house shall be a house of prayer—but you have made it a den of thieves.” (Isaiah 56:7, Jeremiah 7:11)

This was not human rage—this was mercy ablaze. Justice and compassion, hand in hand. He did not strike them—He shattered the chains that bound their hearts.

I stood in reverence. His actions were costly—many would reject Him. Yet He chose obedience. He chose truth. He chose love.

He did not wrestle against man—but for man.

And in that moment, the temple shook not with anger—but with the thunder of Love reclaiming holy ground. And I worshiped silently, in the shadow of the Eternal Son, watching Love restore what was meant to be holy.