She knelt in shame, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill upon the dirt packed road. The judgemental cries of the crowd stung more than the slaps across her face.
She was guilty, yes. She knew full well that she deserved the bruises, cuts, and death that the stones would bring. Justice must be served. Covering her scarfed head, the young woman waited in nervousness for the warranted death.
The cries for justice grew louder as a man, a so-called prophet approached. “Teacher, this woman was caught in the act of adultery. The law of Moses says to stone her. What do you say?” (John 8:4-5)
The convicted woman stayed in her crouched position. Surely this perfect one would follow the law. Surely he would punish for the great offense. Yet, great silence followed except the sound of someone drawing on the red clay.
“All right, but let the one who has never sinned throw the first stone!” (John 8:7) With fourteen words, the self-righteous and judgmental individuals dispersed. Leaving only the teacher and the accused.
The girl raised her head to the one who stood before her. He was a young man, around the age of thirty. His hands were those of a carpenter, yet he walked with the sway of a warrior. Though he dressed simply in a hemp tunic, he walked with the dignity of a king. His piercing topaz-brown eyes were kind, yet fierce, all at the same time. As he looked at her, she felt as though every secret was laid before him. He seemed to know her whole story; the years of abuse, the longing to be loved, the acceptance of the invitation to follow her desires. He knew her, and yet he did not condemn her.
“Where are your accusers? Didn’t even one of them condemn you?” He asked.
“No, Lord,” she replied.
“Neither do I. Go and sin no more.” (John 8:10-11)