by Winnie Andango
She stumbles to a stop, her head is bowed and her face obscured by her long messy hair.
Her once alluring gown is now torn and hangs loosely to reveal bruised shoulders. Her body is sore from being grabbed and pushed by the angry crowd. But right now it’s the least of her worries.
She knows she shouldn’t be standing accused alone but she should have known – she bears the burden alone.
She now stands in front of the great teacher and she is sure of this – her fate is sealed.
From the corner of her eye she can see His face but it gives little away of what’s on His mind. He appears to be writing something on the dirt.
Then for a split second she catches a glimpse of His eyes; they are different, the hate and rage she saw in the crowd is not reflected there.
He begins to speak, she lets out a gasp and feels her spine stiffen. But He’s not addressing her.
She closes her eyes anticipating the stones to start raining on her already frail body. She knows it will not take much to snuff out the little life left in her.
Instead she hears the shuffling of feet, the ground beneath her begins to spin. It spins faster and faster. Finally she comes to a halt and opens her eyes in time to see the last of her accusers disperse.
As they give her a last glance she notes that this time the rage and hate is gone from their faces. Each one lets go of the stones they had been clutching.
As the dust settles the great teacher rises from where He’s been sitting, He takes a step towards her and lifts her face. As He does she can feel the shame lifting off.
Then she hears words that change her life forever;
Neither do I condemn you’
With tears flowing down her face she throws her arms around His neck. He comforts her like a father His child.
She can feel love and acceptance in sweeping waves overwhelming her heart.
I am seen, she is known, she is loved.
Her heart instantly understands, this is what she has been searching for all her life.
Story from John 8: 1-11