What would happen if Jesus, son of God, did it again with respect to the Temple? What if he overturned the platforms on which purveyors of religious amusement or liturgical diversion plied their trades? What if he put a strict quarantine on what should be, what in fact has been dedicated as, holy precincts, at least for a time no longer allowing anyone to pass through as they’d become accustomed? What if Jesus did it in protest of the many ways those who name and claim him as Lord and Savior refuse to follow him all the way home, to the place he has planned, organized, suffered and died for, in order that it might become a gathering space for all the homeless, the hapless, the hopeless, the people with nowhere else to go, who wouldn’t know what to do there should they ever arrive there, the broken and hurting who wouldn’t be well enough at first even to know what sort of place had received them, the aimless and feckless who might as likely ruin the place than rightly appreciate the place, the unworthies, the low-lifes, the nobodies, the disgraced and the shamed, the people more accustomed to the garbage piles whose Wal-Mart is the local landfill, and all the other people who would never come to such a place on their own, who in fact would avoid it for fear or contempt or confusion over the people who are typically found there?
What if Jesus did it again, cleared and cleaned the place out, calling a halt to the normal and routine things and practices of the place, creating the most awkward kind of silence and embarrassment and wonderment for the people who are in charge of the place, all in order to remind any who could hear–that the place was never meant for them, at least not for them as they are now?
What if Jesus could signal a radical return or reorientation of the place for all who most need what is abundantly available in that very place as it was designed to be–a place where invisible and visible intersect, where the creator of all reveals himself as redeemer of all, where the one who holds everything together puts things and people back together as they can and were meant to be, where all that is not right gets a response from the One for whom nothing matters more than setting right everything–yes, indeed, the one for whom nothing is more important than making it right and good and beautiful, not even His Own life?
What then if the only people he allowed to enter and move freely through the place were precisely all the wrong kind of people? I mean what if this became the new order of the day?!
What would happen if Jesus did it again? Would we be amazed at his teaching, delighted to imagine how different the place could be, if only it really were that kind of place, how good it would be to see so many who scarcely have anything to celebrate—how beautiful to see so many people accepted, loved, healed, changed, rejoicing, serving, and living, amazed to realize that this place offers such “out of this world” possibilities?
Or would we think that Jesus is trying to ruin our place, our church, our Temple? That Jesus must be stopped?
Then also, imagine if Jesus did it yet again, only this time with respect to the whole world. What if the whole world became the place where God did whatever God did, and the Temple now became all those who joyfully welcome Jesus’ doing whatever Jesus does? What if nearly every place on earth became that sort of place—a place where anyone and everyone could come home accepted, loved, healed, changed, rejoicing, serving and living?
Imagine Jesus cleaning house again, and not stopping until house became kingdom and our long lost home!