The confusion was hushed. The sound of traffic and bargaining ceased. The silence became painful. A sense of awe overpowered the entire assembly. It was as if they were arraigned before the tribunal of God to answer for their deeds. The Majesty of Heaven stood as the Judge will stand at the last day, and every one of that vast crowd for the time acknowledged him their Master. His eye swept over the multitude, taking in every individual. His form seemed to tower above them in commanding dignity, and a divine light illuminated his countenance. He spoke, and his clear, ringing voice, echoing through the arches of the temple, was like the voice that shook Mount Sinai, of old: “My house shall be called the house of prayer; but ye have made it a den of thieves.” {2SP 117.3}

Forstyrrelsen ophørte, lyden af handel og trafik døde bort, tavsheden blev pinlig, en følelse af frygt overvældede hele forsamlingen. Det var, som om de stod for Guds domstol for at svare for deres gerninger. Himlens majestæt stod ligesom dommeren vil stå på den sidste dag, og enhver i den store (118) forsamling erkendte ham i dette øjeblik som sin Herre. Hans øjne skuede ud over mængden, og han så enhver. Hans skikkelse syntes at hæve sig over dem med bydende værdighed, og et guddommeligt lys strålede om hans åsyn. Han talte, og hans klare, rungende stemme gav genlyd gennem templets hvælvinger og lød, ligesom den gang Guds røst rystede Sinaj bjerg. Han råbte: "Mit hus skal kaldes et bedehus; men I har gjort det til en røverhule!" (matt 21,13)