It was early morning and I lay, thankful for a bed. What it had cost me didn't matter. I had a little food, a blanket. "Caring for me" was a mockery, I knew.
I never planned to live this way. Things happen. Sometimes, it seemed to
me, we are not in control. Maybe I could rest here a day.
The man beside me stirred. He didn't touch me now. I heard some steps, many feet, outside on the cobblestones. Muffled voices.
Suddenly the door flew open and there were people (men) everywhere. I pulled the covers up around my shoulders and sat up.
They were shouting now and hands were reaching for me. They didn't reach for him...just me. He did nothing to stop them. Jerking me, hurting me, not allowing me to even dress! These men were the high religious men from
the Sanhedrin court! They pulled me to the door and down the street. They were headed for the temple!
I knew the law. I knew my life was over. I wondered how it would feel to be
stoned to death. I had thought of it before. Maybe a stone to my head would
render me unconscious and I wouldn't have to endure all the pain and suffering of death.
They pushed me roughly into the temple where people gawked and stared and
drew their breath back in a gasp. I held the covers to me, wrapping them around
my body as tightly as I could. They pushed me down into the court yard dust. I didn't resist, I just fell harder. At last this terrible trial called "life", was over. But what then? Hades? Hell? I had no hope. I just surrendered.
"Master!" A tall man turned. "Master, look here!"
Yesterday a number of the Temple police had been sent out to arrest this "Master", Jesus. When they came back empty handed (although they plainly saw and heard Him in the temple teaching,) the Chief Priest and high authorities asked why.
"Never, did a man speak like this!" they declared.
They had been held in awe listening to the discussion of Who He was. They watched the results, as some believed and some did not. Some wanted Him arrested, but NO ONE touched him.
Back this morning, He had already gone apart for prayer and joined them in discussing the scriptures.
Now this Great Teacher, whom some thought was John the Baptist re-incarnated, was looking at me. There was nowhere to hide, nowhere to run to....and I had heard John at the Jordan - that wild man, screaming "repent, repent" to everyone - even Herod.
This man, Whomever He was, held my fate. I understood but did not understand
how. There was much gossip about Him. About miracles He had done, people he had fed. This crowd was hungry too, for my death! I looked at the men. Some I had seen before in a different setting. They stood towering over me
now. I could almost read their minds. Lust is easy to see.
"We caught her in the very act of adultery! What shall we do with her?"
I expected screams of "Stone her! Stone her!", but there was silence. The whole
room's gaze was fixed on Jesus...as if more than just my life depended on His answer.
"Moses law says"...
"It is written"....
"Teacher, what do YOU say?"
As Jesus turned to the crowd, I pulled the blanket even closer and doubled myself up as small as I could.
Jesus was not looking at me, He was looking - not at the crowd, but at the temple police and the Priests and Pharisees. He glanced Heavenward. Then I saw Him
look intently at the religious elite. He stooped down and made marks on the ground.
They pressed him, ploying Him for an answer. I could not see what marks were on the ground.
"Moses! Our great law giver! He said..." but Jesus interrupted.
"Then stone her!" But...let the one with no sin cast the first stone!"
He bent down again. With His finger he began a line. I couldn't tell if He was drawing, or maybe writing...but they were all interested. They stepped closer. He continued.
They each passed by and read what He wrote in the sand. Was it their name?
Their sin? There was a certain look that crossed each face as they saw what was in the sand. It grew very still.
I'm not saying there was peace, for they were disturbed. The oldest of the group
stepped up to Jesus Who keep writing. He just turned and slipped away. One by
one, according to their age, they stepped up, looked at the dust, at their particular message and slipped away!
I was weeping, (fear having had it's way with me.) Then I heard a voice like no
other. "Woman, where are your accusers?" I looked up....His eyes!! Mercy written all over His tender face! Mercy for me! The tears were flooding my face.
"Doth no man condemn thee?" I dropped my eyes, my head...
"No man, sir".
"Neither do I....Go...and sin no more..."
How could a man like this, so pure and holy, find mercy for me? How could He
gain authority over the Chief priests and Pharisees? How could simple words written in the dust of the court yard bring silence to these accusers?
Hope began to rise in my heart! I stood and clutched my covering. My bare feet
carried me to my abode where I fell on my knees, begging forgiveness, begging
help from Jehovah. I bathed and dressed, combed my hair ~ washed my face.
Then I deliberately turned my steps toward the temple myself.
Perhaps He was still there! Perhaps I could listen and learn. Perhaps I could do
some small task for Him!
As I entered the temple I heard the sweetest voice saying:
"I am the Light of the world, he that followeth me shall not walk in darkness... Living Light will flood your path!"
I fastened my eyes upon this Son of God. He looked up. His blue eyes met mine. The mercy still shone through.