It's not that I hold my zeal in check.
It's always burning in my gut
coming out in different forms
as befits the ocassion:
compassion with tears,
generosity with wine,
challenge with disappointment,
each tempered with discernment,
watching my Father
and what's on his mind.
And yes, on this ocassion
that called for the grip of a whip,
for upset tables
and upset temple authorities.
They had taken their eye off their Father
and missed the whole point
of God's temple.
They had replaced prayer with profit.
I'm always zealous
and, yes, sometimes it's right
that I shout its fierce light.
Sometimes they need to be reminded
of just whose house this is.
John 2: 17. His disciples remembered that it is written: "Zeal for your house will consume me"
