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They dragged her mercilessly through the streets, she barely had time to put on her garments and her bare feet were suffering greatly. She knew she should be terrified and find a way out, she'd been caught in another man's bed and the law clearly stated that she was to be killed, and at the hands of these ruthless people whose hearts were harder than the stones they'd soon be throwing at her.

"Yahweh, I know I have no right to ask this of you but please, have mercy upon me, if I am to die let it be a quick death"

The wind rushed out of her, emptying her lungs as her arms made contact with the hard ground. They'd reached their destination but this was a far cry from what she expected. 

she was lying at the feet of the prophet, the man all of Israel had been talking about; at the wells, the markets, even in the privacy of their homes, Yeshua. She could hear snippets of their conversation, the scribes and Pharisees had malice in their tones, as if they wanted to trap the prophet with their words, they were well versed in scripture and it was their greatest weapon against those they deemed uneducated. She looked up from the ground through the curtain of her hair to see Him writing on the ground with his fingers.

 He made eye contact with her and she  was ashamed. Ashamed of everything she'd ever done, realizing  that no powder or paint of any kind could hide her filthiness, he did not look at her like other men, including those Pharisees, did. He looked right into her, as if He could see her innermost being, he looked at her as if he knew her even before her mother had borne her, he looked at her like a long lost child.

She began to weep, not out of self pity for her approaching death, but because of the overflow of the emotion in her heart. The love she saw and felt in that split second directed to her was so pure. So pure that she was made aware of just how unclean she was.

"let him who is without sin among you be the first to throw a stone at her"

His voice sounded so familiar, like a voice she heard long before anything else, it was so comforting, it sounded like home. She had forgotten the kind of situation she was in until she heard the first stones fall to the ground. They kept falling till all her accusers were empty handed, traces of dirt from the stones they'd been holding mere minutes ago clinging to their palms. They turned to go, begining with the older ones and the youngsters following suit, till she was left alone with the Rabbi. She rose to her feet dusting off  her clothes. She stood there awkwardly, the tear streaks still visible on her face, was she to leave now or wait for him to go? Was there something expected of her now that he had saved her life?

"Woman, where are they? Has no one condemned you?"

"No one lord", she barely managed to whisper

"Neither do I condemn you; go and from now on sin no more" he said softly.