Unexpected Grace

It was pretty routine, if you don't count the incident with the milk. I'd exchanged small talk with the cashier and sympathized with the sacker over his bundle of defective bags. I'd watched nonchalantly as he sacked my groceries; paid scant attention as he bagged the milk. Then I watched in horror as the carton ripped through the bag, hit the floor and exploded, raining dairy on everything in close proximity including me.

I responded with a measure of composure, if it’s possible to have poise while wiping two-percent off ones person. I was the picture of patience as the milk was mopped and a new carton procured. I waited calmly for my remaining groceries to be bagged. On the way out the door, I patted myself on the back. You go girl! Now, that's what I call grace. Pushing my cart with one hand, I used the other to cinch my robe of piety a bit tighter about the middle. Lookin' good!

I drove the mile-and-a-half from store to home feeling rather fine. Once home, I opened the trunk, then groaned out loud. To my dismay, every single bag had a gaping hole. You have got to be kidding! Great. This is just great. Frustrated and tired, I launched a mental tirade. Talk about incompetent! I oughta report this . . . Mumble, mumble, groan, groan.

Normally attitudes aren't fertile ground for heavenly whispers, but today was the exception. As I stepped across the threshold, carefully carrying the first bag, I heard God’s gentle rebuke, “Let him that is without sin cast the first stone.” Words of conviction straight from the mouth of Jesus.

He was in the Temple, before an audience comprised of novice scholars, religious academia, the ever-present scheming Pharisees, and one lone woman caught in the act of adultery. Shame her, trap Him - that was their intent. Standing the woman before Him they charged, "Teacher, this woman was caught red-handed in the act of adultery. Moses, in the Law, gives orders to stone such persons. What do you say?” < /p>

Bending, Jesus wrote in the dirt with His finger - hardly the response they expected. How long He remained there, or what He wrote, we don’t know. His accusers waited impatiently, determined to press for an answer. Finally Jesus stood, declaring as He did, "Let him that is without sin cast the first stone.” Then He bent down and wrote in the dirt once more. Maybe He wrote forgiveness, maybe He wrote grace. Whatever He wrote, when He looked up the woman stood alone before Him.

&ldq uo;Woman, where are they?” He asked, “Does no one condemn you?”

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