Proven Guilty

{John 8:3-11}

3 The scribes and the Pharisees brought a woman who had been caught in adultery, and placing her in the midst 4 they said to him, “Teacher, this woman has been caught in the act of adultery. 5 Now in the Law Moses commanded us to stone such women. So what do you say?” 6 This they said to test him, that they might have some charge to bring against him. Jesus bent down and wrote with his finger on the ground. 7 And as they continued to ask him, he stood up and said to them, “Let him who is without sin among you be the first to throw a stone at her.” 8 And once more he bent down and wrote on the ground. 9 But when they heard it, they went away one by one, beginning with the older ones, and Jesus was left alone with the woman standing before him. 10 Jesus stood up and said to her, “Woman, where are they? Has no one condemned you?” 11 She said, “No one, Lord.” And Jesus said, “Neither do I condemn you; go, and from now on sin no more” (ESV).

     Judgment… hypocrisy… condemnation… All of these topics can find their way into a sermon on this Passage of Scripture. And while these themes can be drawn out of this portion of Sacred Text, understanding its truth goes way beyond the actions of the scribes and Pharisees – who were acting according to the Law.
     While these themes are applicable, perhaps it was more about the woman and Jesus. It was less about “throwing stones,” and more about her sin. The fact of the matter is, she was guilty. She was guilty sin – found, proven, and convicted. All that was left was for her was to suffer the consequences. In fact, she should have paid for her sin. It would have been just. As it stood, she broke the commands of the Scripture and drove the wedge of separation between herself and the Almighty. Her sin was the voice of insult calling out against a holy God, and the Pharisees where right in proclaiming judgment upon her.
     Despite what she deserved, however, Jesus stood between her and her accusers. Jesus knew what she did; Jesus knew the severity of her crimes. He knew
that she stood condemned before Him, and yet He plead her cause. For a moment… just a moment… as she stood before the Pharisees, she may have thought it was God’s people that were her accusers. In that instance, Jesus showed her it was not the religious figures that were her accusers, it was her sin.
     Sin, like a crown of thorns, mars the image of the King. And yet Jesus, still, offered the woman grace. He stood and acknowledged that sin had pronounced judgment upon her, and, in the same breath, He released her from the consequences of that judgment. Jesus, true to His title – Savior – saved her from the accusations of sin. He delivered her from condemnation. This was a true instance of God’s amazing grace.
     While the presence of sin demands justice, the presence of Jesus pronounces forgiveness. Sin decrees pain and punishment; Jesus offers healing and restoration. Like the woman in the story, we are all guilty of some-sort of sin. Also, we deserve to pay the consequences of our actions. However, it is Jesus who can pardon. Jesus has the power to justify the guilty, and it is we who need Jesus!

"Unhidden Scars"

{Mark 5:1-20; Luke 8:38-39}

            I knew those looks – those curious, suspicious looks. They seemed to remind me of how the scribes and Pharisees gazed into the Scriptures. It is like they were searching for something; they were searching for the truth of my words. I am slowly getting used to the staring. It never stopped.

The very thing people were curious about, I am eager to forget. It is not like I can ever get rid of these scars. Oh, the scars! They remind me of what once was – of who I used to be. They remind me of chains, oppression, and bondage. They remind me of my years in the desert. They are scares from hiding in tombs and caves. The places I used to call home. I can hide most of them; but all the deep, ruddy, monstrous scars around my neck and face are always visible. Perhaps they are left to remind me that I am not perfect. They remind me that there is more. They remind me of how Jesus delivered me – of how He saved me.

After Jesus delivered me from my spiritual affliction, it took a while to gain my family’s trust. At first, they were overwhelmed by my scars – by my past. I told them how Jesus took what was filthy and made it clean. I showed them how, if it was not for Jesus, I would still be living as a dead man – associating with death and living in tombs. I would still be filled with a darkness, a relentless wickedness, a curse of sin. I illustrated how the legion had been cast out. How the presence of evil had been cast away, like an unclean thing into the ocean – like a herd of pigs to drown in the sea.

That is why I knew Jesus was the Christ – the Jewish Messiah. I knew it. I experienced it. Nothing could change my mind! My message wasn’t as articulate or expressive as the Pharisees or Sadducees. I simply wanted to demonstrate how Jesus had the power to cast sin into the sea of forgetfulness, just as He had the power to cast the legion out of me. Jesus recreated me. He made me new. Jesus had the power and the compassion to do this for everyone. Throwing myself at the feet of Jesus was the best thing I had ever done.

I learned two things as I traveled the Decapolis: let the scars speak to the past, and let the light speak to the present. The brighter the light of day, the more obvious the scars became.  People would always look. They would always study the deep, gruesome scars. I let the scars attest to the work of God. As I did so, my onlookers could see past my scars – past my past – and see a new, transformed life.

I did not know the Torah or the words of the Prophets, but I knew Jesus. I knew that He loved me and cared about me. I knew that He changed me. That was enough to validate my message.

-          Dusty