Let Me Flip The Tables

A Letter from Jesus:  "Let Me Flip The Tables"
(Matthew 21:12-22)

Dear Beloved,
I see you. I see the busyness, the burdens, and the battles that you carry. I see your heart, your hope, and even the hidden places you don’t talk about. And today, I’m writing to you—not with condemnation, but with clarity. Not with wrath, but with a love that wants more for you.
Do you remember what I did when I entered the temple on that Monday before the cross?I walked in and flipped the tables. It wasn’t rage—it was restoration. The place meant for prayer had been turned into a place of profit. The sacred had been swallowed up by self-interest. And I couldn’t let it stay that way. So I cleansed it. Because My Father’s house is a house of prayer. And so is your heart.

Let Me ask you:
What tables have been set up in your soul that I never authorized?
What distractions are robbing you of deeper intimacy with Me?
What clutter is crowding out your prayer life, your peace, and your purpose?

I want to flip those tables—not to harm you, but to heal you. I want to clear the space so that My presence can dwell freely in you again. But that’s not all.
After the temple, I came across a fig tree. From a distance, it looked alive. Full of leaves. It was vibrant. But as I got closer, I saw the truth: no fruit. It had the form, but not the function. It had appearance, but no substance.
And My heart broke—because that’s what happens when My people settle for religion without relationship. You were made to bear fruit—fruit that lasts. Not just the image of faith, but the impact of it. I don’t want performance from you. I want presence with you.
You don’t have to pretend with Me. If you feel empty, let Me fill you. If you feel tired, let Me renew you. If you feel like your life is full of leaves but no fruit, surrender that too. I am the Vine. You are the branch. If you stay connected to Me, you will flourish.
And then, there’s something else I want you to know. I spoke to My disciples that day about faith. Not shallow, convenient faith—but deep, mountain-moving, soul-rooted faith. The kind that prays with boldness and speaks with authority. And I meant every word. If you believe, without doubting, you can speak to mountains—and they will move.
But that power doesn’t come from how loud you pray. It comes from how deeply you're rooted. Authority flows from alignment. When your heart is clean and your life is connected to Me, your prayers are powerful. Your words carry weight. Heaven listens.

So here’s My invitation to you this Holy Week Monday:
Let Me cleanse what’s gotten cluttered.
Let Me cultivate what’s been barren.
Let Me grow your faith until it moves mountains.
You don’t need more perfection. You need more presence—Mine.
You don’t need to perform. You need to be still.
Let Me flip the tables. Let Me water the soil. Let Me teach you how to pray again.
You are My temple.
You are My branch.
You are My beloved.
Let’s walk together through this week, and I’ll show you what resurrection power looks like—on the inside of you.

With eternal love,
Jesus


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