Flipping Tables — A Quiet Reckoning

There is a version of Jesus Christ I am comfortable with:
gentle, patient, merciful, kind.

The One who heals.
The One who restores.
The One who whispers peace into restless places.

But then…
there is the One who flips tables.

And I find myself unsettled.

Because if He walks into the temple of my heart,
What would He overturn?

I have called some things “normal”
that He might call corruption.

I have made peace with clutter
in spaces meant to be sacred.

Small compromises.
Quiet justifications.
Things I have learned to live with…
but never truly surrendered.

He does not raise His voice without reason.
He does not act without purpose.

So if He flips a table…
It is not to shame,
but to restore order.

Not to destroy,
But to cleanse what I have allowed.

And I realize…

I want His peace,
but not always His disruption.

I want His comfort,
but not always His correction.

Yet love that refuses to confront
is not love that transforms.

So tonight, I sit with this question…
not in fear, but in quiet surrender:

Lord… what needs to be overturned in me?

Not the obvious things I already know,
but the hidden corners
I have learned to protect.

The thoughts I entertain.
The habits I excuse.
The spaces I have slowly given away.

If you must flip tables,
do it gently…
But do it completely.

Let nothing remain
that dishonors what You have called holy.

And when the noise settles,
when the dust falls,

build in me again
a house of prayer.

Holy.
Sacred.
Completely yours.

SELAH

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