Excerpt from Daybreak:Monday of Holy Week

“We heard about the glorious procession from the Mount of Olives. We didn’t see you but some who followed Him told us they were amazed Yeshua just looked around and left. Their disappointment was evident,” Simon said.                                                                          ”I just could not understand what happened, Jon,” Abraham added sadly.“                  Mother would have said, wait and see. I wonder what Nicodemus would make of it?”         “I don’t know, Jon. Some Pharisees were disturbed by the adulation Yeshua received. Many think they and the scribes would like to kill Him. And worse Ananias the Chief Priest feels threatened. I know this for a fact,” Simon whispered.                                              “Will your father never change, Abraham?” I asked, knowing the answer.                          “Of course not, Jon. He’s worse than ever, but we still listen to his every word. I have not known him to find news that was invalid. Yet, even my father cannot tell us why nothing came of the Messiah’s entrance into the city in the joyous and glorious procession.”           A commotion at the entrance of the Court drew our attention in that direction. A man came through the throngs of pilgrims and sellers turning over the tables of the money changers.                                                                                                                                          “Look at that. He’s doing it again,” Abraham said.

Yeshua headed toward the dove sellers flinging their seats aside. They proceeded to gather their carts of doves and head out of the Court, just as I had done the first time he came to condemn the merchants in the Court.                                                                       “They do what he says,” Abraham said. “He did not bother to release the birds or disturb the creatures. The sellers must fear that he would. No one is preventing Him from causing such a disruption. Where are the Temple guards? It is as if He is totally in charge.”                                                                                                                                              “Oh but He is! This is the house of His Father. Yeshua is the Messiah,” Simon said.          “He said it Himself in the Portico of Solomon. He is the Son of God and they are one,” I said in agreement.

Yashua came closer. He paused in front of us and shouted:                                                          “Is it not written: My house shall be called a house of prayer for all peoples. But you have made it a den of thieves.”                                                                                                                      His eyes met mine for an instant. He left without another word and faded into the crowd.“He’s gone,” Abraham said. “You must know the authorities will certainly hear of this. I fear for Him. They are ruthless and powerful.”                                                       “Unless He uses mighty powers of another kind,” I added.