It goes without question that we are in a pivotal point in our nation’s history. Never before have such strides been made and such opinions have been voiced (and silenced). If there is anything that has been made more evident is the emotional reactions to all the verbiage. As we look back on our nation’s history in comparison to today, we hear the echoes of civil disagreement as well as the woman’s suffrage movement. Is it the 60’s and 70’s all over again? Who knows?
One thing I have noticed along this stretch of time is the outright attack both from the church and to the church. How is it that more anthems of what we are against is heard more than what we are for?
What is love anyway?
And have we really lost it?
Is “love” more of an infatuation or is it something more?
As Christians, do we have a leg to stand on in this argument? Or was the fight won at the cross?
I know this post is going to go through some heat and I am okay with that. Regardless of what the law is in the land, the law that is the standard is the one that is inscribed on the pages of a 2000 year old book which has endured more tests than any other book in history.
It literally breaks my heart the attack on the church today. Our battle is not against people. It never was. What is my opinion? I think instead of throwing stones, I’ll look at the line in the sand.
This brings me to a story
There was once a woman caught in the very act of adultery with someone other than her husband. The religious officials drug her out of the chambers and threw her frail exposed body into the sand. Tensions grew as the law stated for the consequence of act is stoning. One by one, the white robed men gathered their stones to throw at the guilt ridden woman.
Surprisingly the other member of the party was nowhere to be found. How convenient. When Jesus was questioned his opinion of the woman, a line was drawn in the sand.
I still wonder what He wrote in that sand.
One by one, the officials left her bare with her tear stained broken body searching for validation.
In the silence a simple question is asked that shook her core-“Where are your accusers?”
Staggering in breath, she peered over her shoulder to see the dust cloud behind her.
Thoughts beat into her mind as she hid her head in shame. “Why isn’t there anyone here to stone me??? That’s what the law says!! I’m ready for the accusations! You’re the only one in my midst… Are you going to stone me? I’m ready for your judgments. Everyone else has condemned my lifestyle and yet I cannot break free of this. I don’t even know if I want to break free from this anymore. It’s almost like I was born this way. So do what you will. If that means death, then so be it.”
And yet… still she waited in the silence….
“Neither do I condemn you. Go and sin no more.”
I wonder if in the silence she felt loved for the very first time.
“Instead of them stoning you, I’ll take your accusation. I’ll take your stoning.”
Maybe we as Christians should take the same stance of Jesus on that day. When the accusers are poised and are ready for the attack and those who are looking for validation are looking to you for support, what are you going to say?
What is your response?
I believe love was won when the line was etched in the sand.