I couldn’t help but wonder… what happens when holy spaces get crowded with noise?

The Temple was supposed to be a house of prayer. A place for presence, silence, connection. Instead, it had become a marketplace. Coins clinking, animals bleating, voices haggling. And into that chaos walked Jesus. He didn’t slip quietly into a pew. He turned the whole thing upside down … literally! Tables crashed, cages opened, money scattered across the floor. And with a voice that could not be ignored, he said, “My house will be called a house of prayer, but you are making it a den of robbers.”

It wasn’t about anger for anger’s sake. It was about clearing space for what mattered most. And suddenly I thought about my own heart. How often do I fill it with clutter? Noise, distractions, to-do lists, fears. The sacred gets pushed to the edges while the urgent takes center stage. Maybe Jesus is still walking into temples, only now the temples are us. And maybe he still wants to flip a few tables.

Because underneath all the noise is the invitation: prayer, presence, peace.

So this week, I wonder—what tables need to be overturned in me? What noise needs clearing out so there’s room for what is holy?

Gracefully yours,

Help keep the words flowing and the stories brewing.
Buy Me a Coffee