Getting Angry: Part Two
“Jesus threw tables around.”
In the Bible, Jesus met the undesirables at their point of need. People that the church had given up on. The broken, curse, possessed. Murderers, accusers… He did not get mad at them. He didn’t get angry that the Romans were crucifying His people. He called people to Him for the hope for another kingdom. A more fulfilling life and an eternity that he would carry them to. Something the Romans couldn’t stop. He didn’t even get angry at the people taking him away, beating him or watching him bleed, suffocate and die.
The people Jesus did get angry at were religious people. People in a religious role, leading people astray, holding the sick outside the temple, swindling, lying, cheating deceiving. He threw tables around, screamed at them, and openly confronted their ways in public. Religious people.
Not everyone else.
His heart broke for the brokenness of the world around Him, and he sought to show people that He would heal them. Lead them. That they could live with Him on a personal, honest, open relationship. That there was a plan and a kingdom that couldn’t be seen, but was greater than the greatest kingdoms the Earth has ever known, and that they could live in it now.
Helping the poor, saving the sick, the homeless, the beggars, the broken, the weak, the oppressed. God hears their cry, and we are supposed to help them. To love them right where they are, and to love God so much, that you can put aside yourself and listen to the cries with Him.
And do something about it.


That’s right. This isn’t a joke. This is real, baby, real.

