The Teacher

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Based on a true story:

They would do anything to accuse him, to tie him up in knots, to cast him in some kind of a pit. The strange thing was the people loved him, loved to hear him talk, the things he had to say. They called him, the “Teacher”.

But the leaders were jealous. So when they heard about the woman cheating on her husband, because the husband was an animal, and she loved someone else, they smiled and hatched their plan. They would wait until she went to her lover, catch her, and challenge the teacher to see what he would do. They laughed and rubbed their hands together, saying “We’ve got him now!”

In those days, unfortunately it was the custom to stone people, and women were mistreated, even worse than they are today. And at just the right time, they did catch the woman in the very act of adultery, and threw her at the Teacher’s feet. Fortunately she still had some clothes on.

He was teaching at the time, writing Hebrew letters in the sand. “What are you going to do?” they asked. Everyone knew the custom, and that the woman should die. No one ever mentioned the man though, which was wrong. The teacher kept writing, with a stick in the sand, saying nothing. They prodded him even more, ready to stone him too.

And the Teacher said, “He who is without sin, let him cast the first stone….” And no one ever did. They all left quietly, starting with the oldest. They knew the Teacher was right, and they left with their heads hanging low.

And he never did condemn the woman.

      

Fictitious Writing based on Bible Verses and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

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