Dead men walking, out for a thrill, trap set ready, they raided her home. Bedroom busted there she laid, in the arms of a lover, with her feet chained to Hades chambers down below. "Grab her" they shouted, with evil on their mind, to drag her bed-sheet-wrapped body down Main Avenue to be stoned. Tears of terror stream down her painted face. Her anguished soul wishing, pleading, just once more, hugs, and kisses, a final farewell, not for the lover left in her bed, but for her little ones, she will never see again. Condemned to death without mercy that she knows, the stones of judgment will rain on her perfumed body, the Law of Moses pounding on her head, before departing her precious soul and her final breath. Ready for the kill, they picked their stones. "Don't be hasty boys, cool your anger, two birds of a feather, we will condemn them, together as they haste, to cast this adulterous as bait, for today they said, "we have much bigger fish to fry," and by the fall of night to deliver both harlot wife and the son of man in the hands of death. This is not a Disney tale, Parisian Show, or a Hollywood blockbuster, but a devious plot of evil men conceived in the belly of darkness against the one some called the king of the Jews, the long-awaited Messiah. To embarrass and to harm, to discredit and to shame, that Nazarene teacher, what's his name? Their zeal for God, to please by sacrifice, spilling the innocent blood of this prophet, the perfect substitute. With confidence in Moses and their evil schemes, they burst onto yet another scene. A packed audience sat listening to this man sent of God teaching and preaching his Father's kingdom, forgiven sins, and doing good, healing the sick and oppressed of the devil. "Master Teacher" they shouted. Excuse our riotous intrusion, but our urgent matter demands your final approval. Here she is the adulterous kind, unfaithful to her promise and marriage vows, playing the harlot of our town. Lucky we were, just happen to be in her neighborhood, today. There she was, inviting to her wedding bed, a fornicator, and a fool, while her husband, on his business trip, is out of town.
Now Moses gave us Ten Commandments and the law (hypocrites by the letter knows them all too well, their credentials, the splattered blood on their stonewashed walls). But you Jesus, a friend of sinners, drunkards, tax collectors, and of her kind, tell us, what do you say of our find? Drawing circles in the sand, he turned them a deaf ear, seeing into their wicked hearts and evil plan. But they, persistent and twisted, sought to record his every word. Then Jesus with fire in his eyes and words ablaze like a sharp sword from his mouth, cutting deep into their seared conscience, stunned even the cheering crowd, when he spoke up: "Let him who is without sin, cast the first stone." Silence dropped like a thunderbolt, their arms now lame with conscious guilt, for who could dare to cast his stone, but him alone who spoke those words? Exposed and naked they themselves, one by one, slipped through the pressing crowd, convicted and condemned, they became, hypocrites on the run. If only they had turned to God at his reproof, he would have given them life and new birth.
Then he turned his attention to one laying prostrate at his feet, shaken and humiliated by the exposure uproar. Then she heard him speak, "Woman, where are your accusers, did no one cast his stone?" With tears still streaming down her scarlet face, she raised her blackened eyebrows to the empty space. And seeing none of her terrifying accusers, she replied to him in a whisper, "No, my Lord, they all went." Then she gazed into his soul-piercing eyes of love and saw that he who stands before her now is far greater than Moses and the law, a fountain of life and a rock of defense to anyone who believes in his name. Then he spoke to her heart yet again, his words like burning fire cleansing her sin-sick soul, "Neither do I condemn you, Go, and sin no more."
Oh, repent everyone, for the kingdom of God is at hand, and you hypocrites drop down your bloody stones. Come now, come to the Cornerstone, and build your house upon the Rock of the ages. That’s my story.