A holy anger burned within the Lord as He observed the carnival atmosphere of the temple court. Commercialism had replaced consecration. Spirituality had been usurped by greed. Suddenly and unexpectedly a commotion erupted at one end of the column-lined corridor. Tables were turned over. Coins scattered over the stone pavement. People yelled in protest. Children began to cry from the confusion. Jesus had arrived.

Bruce Barton in “The Man Nobody Knows” describes the scene with these words.

There was in His eyes a flaming moral purpose. As his arm rose and fell, striking its blows with that little whip the sleeve dropped back to reveal muscles hard as iron. No one who watched him in action had any doubt that he was fully capable of taking care of himself. The evidence is clear that no priest or money changer cared to try conclusions with that arm fight at the drop of a hat. He didn’t go around Palestine picking fights. However, when righteousness was at stake, purity challenged and holiness jeopardized the Lord could not pretend to look in the other direction.

May our lives honor His holiness.