Another Side of Jesus
Lessons:
Exodus 20:1-17
Psalm 19
1 Corinthians 1:18-25
St. John 2:13-22
Prayer of the Day:
Holy God, through your Son you have called us to live faithfully and act courageously. Keep us steadfast in your covenant of grace, and teach us the wisdom that comes only through Jesus Christ, our Savior and Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and forever. Amen.
2:13 The Passover of the Jews was near, and Jesus went up to Jerusalem. 14 In the temple he found people selling cattle, sheep, and doves, and the money changers seated at their tables. 15 Making a whip of cords, he drove all of them out of the temple, both the sheep and the cattle. He also poured out the coins of the money changers and overturned their tables. 16 He told those who were selling the doves, “Take these things out of here! Stop making my Father’s house a marketplace!” 17 His disciples remembered that it was written, “Zeal for your house will consume me.” 18 The Jews then said to him, “What sign can you show us for doing this?” 19 Jesus answered them, “Destroy this temple, and in three days I will raise it up.” 20 The Jews then said, “This temple has been under construction for forty-six years, and will you raise it up in three days?” 21 But he was speaking of the temple of his body. 22 After he was raised from the dead, his disciples remembered that he had said this; and they believed the scripture and the word that Jesus had spoken.
St. John 2:13-22 New Revised Version Bible (C)1989, Division of Christian Education of the National Council of the Churches of Christ in the United States of America.

What is your image of Jesus? As I was growing up, there was a large, framed picture in the Sunday School room down in the church basement. It was a picture of Jesus, sitting near a stone path, with trees and a colored sky in the background. He is talking with two young children. As was the case with most pictures my church had of Jesus, he looked like a handsome, nice, young Norwegian man. Light brown hair. Blue eyes. His very countenance seemed one of peace and contentment. You could almost imagine him sitting there for hours, asking the children about their day, telling them how much he loved them, laughing at their knock-knock jokes. He was the soft and gentle preschool teacher extraordinaire. As I grew up, that was my predominant image of him.
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