Went on a spectacular adventure this morning! Creation was in it’s prime and the good old Upper Tampa Bay Park was sublime.
Think for a moment how Jesus was at home among the things of his father. It seems to me, I repeat, a spiritless explanation of his words--that the temple was the place where naturally he was at home. Does he make the least lamentation over the temple? It is Jerusalem he weeps over--the men of Jerusalem, the killers, the stoners. What was his place of prayer? Not the temple, but the mountain-top. Where does he find symbols whereby to speak of what goes on in the mind and before the face of his father in heaven? Not in the temple; not in its rites; not on its altars; not in its holy of holies; he finds them in the world and its lovely-lowly facts; on the roadside, in the field, in the vineyard, in the garden, in the house; in the family, and the commonest of its affairs--the lighting of the lamp, the leavening of the meal, the neighbor's borrowing, the losing of the coin, the straying of thesheep. Even in the unlovely facts also of the world which he turns to holy use, such as the unjust judge, the false steward, the faithless abourers, he ignores the temple.
