By Zachary Harmon Talon Co-Editor
Jesus. What comes to mind? An image of a bearded man surrounded by children? A man with odd shaped hands kneeling at some stump looking thing? A bearded man holding a sheep? As a youngster sitting in Redwood Chapel, that’s what I thought of. A really peaceful guy made cabinets, hung out with fishermen and walked around a lot.
However after growing up more, I heard a story which is my favorite story of Jesus to this day. The exciting part of the story is only a verse long, Matthew 21:12 “And Jesus entered the temple and drove out all who sold and bought in the temple, and he overturned the tables of the money-changers and the seats of those who sold pigeons.” I’ve never witnessed a table flipping, however I imagine the ordeal would be incredibly exciting. Pigeons and coins flying everywhere.
Out of context it looks like Jesus just walked up and flipped a table, but there was indeed a reason. The tables that he flipped belonged to people taking the money of those who wanted to visit the temple and basically ripping them off. As Jesus put it, “It is written, ‘My house shall be called a house of prayer,’ but you make it a den of robbers.”
Today, there are still tables that need to be flipped. They aren’t everywhere, but be advised: they are still there.