There have been moments in life when time stands still. It seems as if one has frozen the clock. You want it to last forever, you want it to be precious and priceless and hold it closely and yet you know it will slip through your fingers just as sand in an hourglass. Perhaps it’s the birth of a child, or the slow death of a parent, the ecstasy of a winning moment or the sting of loss. Time seems to just hang for a bit…not long enough and yet seemingly forever.
John 8…
I wonder if that’s how the women who was caught in adulatory felt. They pulled her through the streets at dawn, we all want to know where the other guilty party was, and threw her before Jesus. She had a name; her name wasn’t used.she was brought into the temple and thrown down in front of Jesus. That was a rude disruption. They kept interruptions Jesus, trying to make a scene, demand an answer and Jesus didn’t fall for their tricks…however, to the women while Jesus was writing in the sand, time stood still. It seemed forever before Jesus calmly responded, the men walked away and it was just the two of them. Sometimes I feel that way. Time has stood still and everyone is standing watching as I feel caught in the middle and Jesus is just doodling. To me it feels like doodling. When we are caught in the middle, time seems to take forever to get around the dial of the clock and move on. She seemed to handle the timeless moment better than I do. It doesn’t say how she reacted. She just waited for Jesus to make his move. She was guilty, she was made a spectacle of , she had been wronged, she had been forcibly taken against her will from awkward to more awkward and all she did was wait for Jesus to make the next move. I need to try to pull that off more in my life. I need to be willing to let the crowd amble away, dissipate and let time stand still while Jesus doodles. Sometimes I want him to write real words. I want to know the words and I want to understand what’s going on, but this women grasped the importance of just letting time stand still until Jesus, the creator of time, made his move. For her, I am sure it was an eternity. For me, waiting is an eternity and then some. May I find the grace to simple let Jesus doodle in the sand until he feels its time to speak and make his next move. And may I not worry about my accusers but keep my eyes on Jesus while time is standing still.
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