It’s Holy Week.

Yesterday was Palm Sunday, when we celebrated Jesus’ triumphal entry into Jerusalem. With throngs going before Him and following behind Him, the people worshiped and praised God.

As He entered the city, Jesus made a beeline for the temple.

And there—His first encounter—were the moneychangers and those selling sacrifices to would‑be worshipers.

Jesus flipped the tables.

He upended their economy.
He disrupted their dealings.
He exposed a system that had turned worship into a transaction rather than an occasion for transformation.

Jesus flipped the tables—driving out those whose theology had been corrupted by thievery; those who exchanged God’s glory for material gain; those whose god was their belly, who glory in their shame, with minds set on earthly things (Philippians 3:19).

We like this Jesus, don’t we?

The Jesus who enters the temple.
The Jesus who flips the tables.

He may not be quite what we expect from the One we call the Prince of Peace—but we like that Jesus… until it’s our table being flipped.

You see, there is no peace where lies—even the subtlest deceptions—are allowed to set up shop and conduct business as usual. So Jesus turns over the tables in the temple.

And according to Scripture, we are temples of the LORD—yes?

So then, what tables need to be flipped in our hearts?
What strongholds need to be torn down?
What idols need to be exposed and expelled?

Yes, Jesus is indeed the Prince of Peace—but His peace is no easy peace. It is the only true and enduring peace, and it begins—always—grounded in Truth and tough Love.

“And Jesus entered the temple and drove out all who sold and bought in the temple, and He overturned the tables of the money‑changers and the seats of those who sold pigeons.”
Matthew 21:12

Good morning. I love you all.

ihs,
just adam