This is all that's left of the temple court area. It stands just
out side the mosque, built where the temple stood in Jerusalem.
Today's poem is taken from John 8:1-11. The earliest manuscripts
do not include this story. I'm so thankful the latter ones do. It is
such a wonderful in sight to Jesus' forgiveness.
CASTING STONES
Jesus wrote upon the sand,
As they brought the woman His way.
"Stone her" (they demanded)
"For she has gone astray."
Jesus continued to write,
And said in a softened tone,
"Let he that is without sin,
Cast the first stone."
Quietly they went away,
leaving one by one.
Jesus said, "Where are your accusers?"
She said, "Master, there are none!"
Do we cast stones,
At people every day,
In the way we look
and in the things we say?
If we should meet our Master
And look Him in the eye...
Would we cast our stones
At people passing by?
If we could see His eyes,
What would they reflect?
Would it be our unforgiving spirit,
Unkindness and neglect?
For it was said, "None are righteous,
No not even one....
Save for Jesus Christ
God's own begotten Son."
If we become accusers,
Of others along life's way,
Perhaps we stand accused
Before our God this day!
Freda Fullerton
October 2, 2011
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