On Sunday Jesus had cleared out the temple for the first time. Finally, some space to breath and think. But we are often uncomfortable with space and quiet (and abrupt disruption of our livelihood) so by Monday the space had once again been filled. But Jesus persists in cleansing. He is so tenacious in pursuing us.
What remains is the residue of former commerce and chaos, but what will now be? On Monday there is space and anticipation without resolution.
Living in Monday
But today I know Jesus is serious. I also know there is nothing I can do but remain in this Monday space until he speaks. And even then, I don't know where it will lead. Most likely to death that brings new life. But on Monday I just don't know. On Monday I'm sitting in the unsettling aftermath of the disruption of my life and waiting for Jesus to speak.