The Unsettling Anticipation of Monday

And so it begins...

It is Monday morning of Passover week and Jesus clears out the temple for the second day in a row. The distractions have been dealt with. But I imagine it is an eerie calm.  On Tuesday he'll begin teaching.  But what to do on Monday? 

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

Today I arrived in my own Monday.  God has been clearing out space in my life for a few months now.  Sometimes abruptly and sometimes gently, but always deliberately.  I have tried to accept this cleansing, but at times I've found myself setting up the overturned tables because I feel uncomfortable with the mess. I mean, what am I supposed to do? Stand in the emptiness and do nothing?  

Yes. 

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.