Unexpected Justice

 

 

          I was a conscientious objector. I didn't want to do it, and I made it known. But my mother was 
relentless. "I wouldn't ask you to do this if I didn't need you to, so don't make a problem..." She wanted me to babysit my brothers. I didn't understand how or why she could be so cruel to me; and all just because she and dad wanted to go out, and they didn't trust my middle brother not to garrote our youngest brother and/or burn down the house. I just didn't understand why this should be my problem. 
     After they left, I decided to make the most of it. Dad had made it clear that I was in charge, and that they'd best listen. And so I began....
The boys were already in bed by the time Mom and Dad got home, and all seemed in order, but I felt compelled to tell them what horrible demoniacs my brothers had been. "They refused to listen to me, and they did whatever they wanted!" I bemoaned, armed with countless examples of their sins. Dad said he would talk to them in the morning. With that I went to bed, content that in the morning, justice would be served! But the justice that was served was quite unexpected.
     Join us as we explore the meaning of Jesus' turning over of the money changers' tables in the Temple. 
 

~Pr. Luther