For I desire mercy, not sacrifice,
and acknowledgment of God rather than burnt offerings.
I like His style.
I really do.
I find His interactions with the rigidly religious witty and adroit. Not in a way that reduces His humbleness. But it just tickles me to the see the theology think tank of the day get their feathers ruffled over and over.
You have to wonder why they kept the debate going.
It's almost like the Pharisees had a little snow globe. Stay with me. A little snow globe in which they had confined their concept of God. Everything was contained, every question neatly stored in an idyllic little plastic town village, contained in the snow globe, stored on the shelf of self-righteousness.
And then Jesus comes along.
And He picks up that little unctuous trinket of plasticized piety. And He looks at the little scene.
And He turns it upside down.
And the Pharisees end up in a blizzard of confusion.
They really thought they had Him on this one. They get word that Jesus is at a dinner party. A dinner party with, get this, sinners and tax collectors.
There are no sinners and tax collectors in Snow Globe Theology.
And so the Pharisees sidle up to the disciples are begin quizzing them on why Jesus is eating with such social miscreants.
And Jesus gets wind of their query. And He picks up that Pharisaical snow globe. And starts to tilt it. With these words:
"...go and learn what this means: 'I desire mercy, not sacrifice.' For I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners." (Matthew 9:12)
Snow Globe. Flipped.
And sin blotted.
And all becomes pure white.
In the hands of Jesus.