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A scene of tension is set.* A woman is publicly exposed. An aggressive mob gathers, challenge in their narrowed eyes and tensed shoulders. They approach the influential leader, the winner of many hearts — Jesus. And inside the crucible of this climax the narrative pauses to accommodate Jesus as he writes something in the dust with his finger. Hardly the opportune time for a doodle, seemingly. Yet I am drawn to the mystery in this pause. He speaks his answer. Then returns to his work in the dust. There is purpose to it, I am sure.
What is he writing?
My mind rambles from speculation to speculation. Is it the … [Read more]