It was more than the Pharisees could bear, for the temple guard to be taken in by Jesus. Picture the angry exclamations, the accusations, pointed fingers, hands with fingers spread wide shooting into the air for emphasis. Imagine voices all trying to out-roar each other as the Pharisees jabbed the chests of the towering Benjamite warriors, in their fury,
That is the challenge I want to meet. To be trustworthy in telling the truth, and then to let truth do its work, in God’s time, by God’s power, while I keep loving, and caring for, and being present with all those who will receive me.
Makeshift lean-tos and vendors’ kiosks thickly encrusted every possible open space, including the streets. Street preachers, entertainers, and peddlers hawking their wares competed for the people’s attention.
The aching irony in all this was the evident sincerity of the Judeans in their defense of the Sabbath as they understood it, by their own interpretation, and their genuine passion to finally get it right after centuries of failure and loss.
I have heard speaking the truth in love described this way: You make a sandwich with two big slices of love, and you slip the meat of truth right in between them.