This week, like no other, defines my life; rather, it gives me life.  If you are following on any “Biblical” calendar, they will tell you that yesterday would have been Jesus’ Triumphal Entry into Jerusalem those many years ago.  Did any of you experience a “Blessed is He Who comes in the Name of the Lord” kind of worship yesterday?  Did you recognize your Savior in your midst?  Whether gathered together or in your secret place with just you and Him?

Yesterday was an impact-full day of contemplation and worship within our church building walls.  It was a time where scripture was spoken, images of the Passion flashed upon the screen (opening doors of opportunity to share Christ’s sacrifice and love with my boys), and songs were led that told the story of our Redemption and life with Christ. Though I didn’t specifically link it to The Triumphal Entry, looking back this morning, I know it was my “awakening” for the week to come.

The past two years have opened up a new eyes to Easter week.  What used to be ideas of new Sunday dresses, white shoes and hats, and an Easter Bunny surprise before a Sunrise Service, is now replaced with new life, a sinful life made white as snow, and an empty tomb that still brings surprise and amazement.

So, we come to Monday.  Today is marked as the day Jesus walked into the Temple, (it would seem) after he had observed it on Sunday following His Entry into Jerusalem, and begins to make clean what was supposed to be an example of purity anyway.

15-17They arrived at Jerusalem. Immediately on entering the Temple Jesus started throwing out everyone who had set up shop there, buying and selling. He kicked over the tables of the bankers and the stalls of the pigeon merchants. He didn’t let anyone even carry a basket through the Temple. And then he taught them, quoting this text:

My house was designated a house of prayer for the nations; 
   You’ve turned it into a hangout for thieves.

18The high priests and religion scholars heard what was going on and plotted how they might get rid of him. They panicked, for the entire crowd was carried away by his teaching.

Mark 11 The Message

This passage, quoted from the book of Isaiah, the 56 chapter, strikes deep within me.  As I was praying about and preparing to begin a Prayer Ministry at our church, my eyes began taking in the Messianic Prophecies in Isaiah.  This one, obviously, stuck out because of it’s reference to prayer.  What followed was this…

19 Do you not know that your bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; 20 you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your bodies.

I Corinthians 6:19-20 NIV

My house was designated a house of prayer for the nations; 
   You’ve turned it into a hangout for thieves. 

So, I pondered…

Just as Jesus walked into the Temple that day and saw what was detestable in God’s sight, so has He done in me.  Just as He overturned tables that were carrying out sinful acts against God’s design, so has He done in me.  This act took place, first, 16 years ago.  Here I was living the life I had been dealt, thinking this is just how it will be, when Jesus came in and wrecked it all!  For the first time, I saw my actions for what they really were, and the sight was devastating!  How could I stand after such an “overturn”?  Only the Builder with the Master Plan could rebuild a “temple” worth His habitation – only The Potter could remold this lump of clay into something worth filling.

Still, in the years following, and even today, I am needing Him to walk through this temple and turn over what is offensive to God in order to restore what was intended – a House of Prayer…a dwelling for the Holy Spirit.  The mess can overwhelm, it still leaves me broken and shattered before Him, but it also puts me in just the right place…humbled before my Savior.  There is no way to rise or rebuild or remold on my own – not with Him standing there and nothing between us.  We are back to the place where anything built will be by His hand, anything accomplished will be by His doing, anything established will be by His will-ing.

Now…now…NOW! I can Pray!  Now I can live in sweet communion with His Spirit.  Now I can worship with this body…

1-2 So here’s what I want you to do, God helping you: Take your everyday, ordinary life—your sleeping, eating, going-to-work, and walking-around life—and place it before God as an offering. Embracing what God does for you is the best thing you can do for him. Don’t become so well-adjusted to your culture that you fit into it without even thinking. Instead, fix your attention on God. You’ll be changed from the inside out. Readily recognize what he wants from you, and quickly respond to it. Unlike the culture around you, always dragging you down to its level of immaturity, God brings the best out of you, develops well-formed maturity in you.  3I’m speaking to you out of deep gratitude for all that God has given me

Romans 12 The Message

some deep gratitude…

Days 28-31 (#2013-2026)

Momma grabbing my hand briefly

my heart here with “theirs” (family and friends) there

Aaron’s knotted shoe laces

“He refreshes the weary…”

He gives hope for the future

He holds every tear – He wastes nothing!

Ants behind and around everything

Two dead mice – very intriguing to the kids

old and new-to-us “gifts” out of storage

a hard day – full of mess-ups

…one right after another

Ashokan Farewell on Fiddle Fever

Nathan and I alone for an hour

I hoped for a day to get it all done…and peace followed…seeds of joy…sprouts of happiness