True Love

One day Jesus was walking in the court yard. There was the normal hustle and bustle of life. You could hear the people talking on their way to work or as they went to market. Jesus could even hear the pleas of a beggar asking for alms. He looked at the beggar and his ragged clothes. There were sores on his feet from the jagged rocks which he walked on without shoes. About that time a commotion at the enterance caught the attention of Jesus. A group of religious leaders were hurrying in and with them they were dragging a woman. She was barely clothed and with her head lowered she was trying to cover her bare body. With a rough thrust the woman fell to the ground and slid across the rocky soil. Her hands and knees were now scraped and bleeding but she remained silent, her face buried in the dirt. Jesus looked to the men and waited for their explanation, though He knew why these men of trickery had brought her here. "We caught this woman in the act of adultery. We pulled her out of the bed." they said. "According to the law of Moses, she is to be stoned. What do You say we should do? Each one of the men had a smile on their face as they pointed a finger at Jesus. They looked as if they had just won the lottery. Jesus simply stood there looking at their arrogant faces. A love beyond comprehenson filled His heart. "If they only knew what love was," He thought, "they would understand forgiveness." Jesus then knelt down and began to write in the dirt with His finger. Then looking back at the leaders He said, "Let he who is without sin cast the first stone." Then He looked back down and continued writing. The religious leaders began to one by one, drop their rocks and walk away. Eventually Jesus stood up and walked over to the lady. He then knelt down by her side and gently He placed his hand under her chin and He raised her face up until the sunlight glittered with the tears in her eyes. Her complexion was smooth and even though she was dirty Jesus couldn't help but admire the curves of her cheeks and the symmetry of her face. He reached down and took hold of her hand. Her hand was smooth against His rough calloused hand. Tenderly He raise her to her feet and said, "Who are your accusers? Did no one condemn you?" "No one," she said as she tried to conceal her nakedness. Feeling a stickiness, Jesus looked at His hand. When He had grasped her hand the blood from her scrapes had smeared onto His palm. Knowing the cross awaited Him, He looked her in the eyes and said, "Neither do I condemn you. Go and sin no more."