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Woman where are your accusers?

Post  dove on Thu 15 Apr 2010, 6:18 pm

Suddenly the door burst open and a pack of angry men rushed into my house. In the dimly lit room I could make out their, excited, howling faces. Cowed, I sank deeper into the sheets as my partner instinctively jumped up and hid further into the shadows. The sweaty smell of their bodies hit my nostrils at just about the time that they started raining blows on me. I could feel tens of hands tearing at me as the kicks also found and connected with my helpless body. Amidst all the confusion and with my continued screaming, I realized that my partner was either forgotten or forgiven because they did not give him the slightest attention as they continued working on me; they were obviously baying for my blood. A pair of hands pulled at my hair with such force that I thought I was surely going to pass out. As this excruciating punishment continued, I said a silent prayer and prepared myself for death because I knew what the penalty for adultery according to the law of Moses was. Mercifully, the beating stopped as a pair of hands hurled me to my feet, shoved a loosely fitting dress at me and roughly pushed me to the door. I knew it was time. I was going to be stoned to death.

The crowd grew larger and more frenzied as I was half dragged, half carried through the streets. My body hurt from the pain that had been inflicted on me and which was now made worse by the sandy ground that scrubbed me raw. The clothes hang loosely on me, torn and dirty. My throat was dry and I felt a need for a drink but I knew there was no mercy here. My eyes remained swollen from weeping and silent sobs wracked my body as I thought of my fate. My life flashed before me as I thought of what I could have done differently in my years of living. As if from miles away, alternatives, solutions and options passed through my thoughts and I now saw that I could have been someone else; if only I had tried harder. The path I had however chosen was now going to be the death of me.

I felt his presence long before I saw him. He sat still as if in earnest prayer, unconcerned about the noise around him. From him emanated such serenity and peace that as soon as I was thrown at his feet, I knew that my judge was a just man. In my dazed state, bleeding, helpless and sorrowful, my eyes connected with his and for the first time in my life, I knew love. I felt a profound, unconditional regard for my welfare and though I had hitherto been an object to be beaten up, used, abused, an outcast and a necessary evil to the whims of men that I had served in the society, I realized that I had looked for love in all the wrong places. Who could have guessed that I could find it in the shadow of my death?

A clarity of mind seized me and I became acutely aware of my sins but now I did not feel condemned as I looked into the eyes of the kind Jewish Rabbi. Strangely, I felt deeply remorseful as if I had somehow let him down. This I did not understand. I shut my eyes to block out this disturbingly familiar yet alien face.

They told him I had been caught committing adultery and that I had to be stoned to death according to the Law of Moses I listened intently and half opened my eyes in dreaded anticipation for the dreaded verdict. I knew what to expect and had therefore made my peace with the world. I knew the law, was guilty and therefore had to die.

The Rabbi did not answer them, instead he bent down and started writing on the ground with his finger. Then he straightened up and asked that anyone who had not sinned to stone me. The men started moving away, first one and then another and soon none of them was left.

The Rabbi raised his ethereally kind eyes my way and asked me, "Woman, where are they? Has no one condemned you?".

"No one Sir", I replied.

"Then neither do I condemn you. Go now and leave your life of sin", he concluded.

As I struggled to my feet, torn, mangled and bruised but resurged, I felt a renewal, a restoration and a rebuilding in myself. and knew that my life was changed forever. I had been forgiven and I was saved from bondage and sin. Instinctively, I also knew that this was the much talked-about Christ who had finally helped me make my peace with God. John 8:4-14

I used to write for a secular local paper but have now decided to use my talents to honour God.

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Re: Woman where are your accusers?

Post  WARRIOR on Wed 21 Apr 2010, 6:50 pm

Oh the depths of God's Mercy and Grace!

Awesome article. Thank you for sharing!
I was blessed by this.

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