Mark 13:1-2 Destruction And Hope.

Mark 13:1-2 Destruction And Hope.

Finely constructed architecture is the work of artisans. Art need not be utilitarian to fulfill a useful purpose. God created places and creatures like the peacock, for their shear aesthetic beauty. However, when such beauty is combined with places we like to call home, it is something special. When this home is something deeply religious, then attachment is understandable. Jesus did not deny that the buildings associated with the temple precincts, and the temple itself were indeed great buildings, even spectacular. However, there is something supremely ugly when something so beautiful serves a contrary purpose. For that generation, the temple was symbolic of the state of their religion. Everything was outward, focused on impression, symbols of power and prestige, but as dead and empty as burial tombs. A religion intended to be based on a deeply personal relationship with a covenant making and covenant keeping God, one founded on grace and faith, had become symbols of sinful self-righteous pride, impudent pride against the Majestic Glory.

History had come to a turning point, what had become idols would be thrown to the ground through means which for some would blind them to the true author of their conflagration. He who was more than a Teacher, would be the instrument of destruction, but the true hope for those who desired the intended covenant relationship with the only mediator between God and man, the God-man Jesus the Christ. “As He went out of the temple,” was an act far more dramatic than his disciples then realized. These weren’t just stones, but it was the “manner of the stones,” the artistic work was equally impressive, and there were many ancillary constructions around there. Of course, they could not help but “see” these buildings, but they also would leave this temple, but behind them not one stone would be left upon another. They wouldn’t just be destroyed through the decay of time, these stones would be “thrown down.”  Yes, they were to wait for it. They would become stones, living-stones in the edifice of a far more glorious temple.

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