Alistair shares from John 8:1-11

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The Line In The Sand

They were ready to stone me.

Why would he want to save me— even if he could?

They had the law on their side.

Why would he break it— even if he dared?

They put to him an impossible question— any answer would catch him out.

Why would he outwit them, even if he knew how?

They used me to bring him down but he brought himself down.

Without a word,

without an answer,

without an escape,

down he stooped on his knees in the dirt, stretching out a hand,

trailing a finger through the dusty sand.

His head bowed,

his back bent,

his arm moving slowly, making lines...

They keep on badgering him, goading him into tripping himself up.

But without a stumble, he stood straight and made clear his line in the sand.

“Stone her then, whoever is without sin.”

Bending down once more, trailing fingers,

eyes lowered,

arm outstretched.

Silence.

Slowly, shuffling footsteps.

Accusers departing.

No-one left to condemn me.

“Go well now,” he said to me, “Be without sin.”

What a way to save a life.