He did not remain silent.
He entered the temple
and overturned the tables.
Not in chaos…
but in truth.
What was meant to be sacred
had become empty.
What was meant to be a house of prayer
had become something else.
Holy Monday is not only about what He cleans—
but about what He restores.
He is not afraid to remove
what does not belong.
Not to condemn…
but to make space for what is real.
And then, the fig tree.
Full of leaves,
but without fruit.
A warning—
that appearance is not the same as life.
Today, He asks:
Is there fruit…
or only leaves?
Let Him enter.
Let Him cleanse.
Let Him restore.
Because what He purifies…
He fills with life.