The young man nervously rose from the wooden bench seat and humbly staggered to the podium in front of him. The silence in the room was unbearable. In his hand he clutched a blue folder, and in that blue folder a list of papers that he felt would defend his case.
He was in a courtroom, the judge sat in a black robe looking at him. âHow do you plead?â
âNot guilty your honorâ
The young man then stood by the law officer and nervously fumbled his way thru his self defense. All the while internally shaking in fear of the verdict and wondering if the judge would buy the truthful audacity of his plea.
Then it happened. The judge lowered his sentence, the young man appreciatively, thankfully exited the courtroom knowing, just as had all in attendance that he was undeserving of such grace and mercy.
They grabbed the woman, dragging her through the streets, half clothed, and desperately grappling for any remnants of clothing and or covering she could find to protect the fleeting grasps of her modesty. The jeers of the crowd were unbearable as she was dragged thru the desert streets, rocks cutting in to her skin as the angry men pushed and prodded her to the house of worship. She was no good, she was dirty, and the thoughts of her mind echoed the taunts of the people. Finally her moving stopped as the mob thrust her down at the feet of a man.
The one they called the teacher.
âTeacherâ one of her accusers stated âWe found this women caught in the very act of adultery, the law says we should stone herâŚ.â The accuser then sarcastically, gleefully turned his head in disdain towards the women then back to the teacher as he finished his statement âbut what do YOU say?â
The Teacher did not speak; instead He drew in the sand. The woman was to afraid to do anything, the entirety of her life was being held in the balance of a Teacher, a teacher, whom many of her accusers honestly wished to see, stoned alongside her. The awkward silence was now unbearable. The accuser became anxious âRabbi, Teacher, is you going to respondâ.
The Teacher looked up in a voice that echoed supreme knowledge, power, authority, yet the kindest of tones stated âLET him who has no sin, cast the first stoneâ.
The women trembled at first, clenching her body preparing for the rocks to crush her skull and penetrate her skin. But they never did. She heard shuffling, but dared not look. After what seemed like an eternity she noticed that the men from oldest to youngest had all dropped their stones, and gloomily walked away. The mob was gone. The Teacher walked towards her, lifting her head from the dust He stated. âWoman where are your accusers?â
 She burst into tears of gratitude, the salty tears of joy mingling in the sweat on her face. âGone LORD, there are noneâ
The Teacher smiled an all knowing smile, âWell neither do I accuse you, â the gentle tone soothed her soul, but the tone authoritatively changed as He stated âGO, and sin no moreâ. She appreciatively would forever remember that day; The Teacher extended His grace and mercy in her undeserving stead.
The man stood, or at least tried to stand, his knees buckled, his heart pounded. This was eternity, by him stood his accuser, looming, foreboding, a serpent, a dragon, mincing eagerly to devour his eternity, his soul, his life his future. The man lowered his head in embarrassed shame as the accuser began to list a slew of his offenses to the Eternal Courtroom. The silence was unbearable, as the accuser ranted and raved at the manâs short comings. The man couldnât endure it anymore. He was near the breaking point.
The Judge, The Righteous Judge stood.
âEnough Satan, His crimes are not against you, â then directing his attention to the man, the Judge asked, âChild do you have a lawyer, an attorney, anything you would like to say in your defenseâ?â
The man choking on his own tears blubbered, âJesus, I call upon Jesus, who shed His blood for me, whose name I have applied to my life and whose Spirit lives inside of meâ.
At that the court froze, The Judge walked from His throne, His seat of judgment, and walked towards the young man. The bailiff of angels tensed in anticipation, the accuser was washed in a state of confusion. Finally the Judge stood by the young man at the defense stand. Pushing the young man behind Himself the Judge stated. âThe man has appealed to Jesus, and I am hereâ.
He turned to the accuser, âI Jesus have taken on his fines, I have paid his fees, and I have done the time for him.â In a Lion like roar of a voice The Judge then spoke âAccuser you have no place in this court and certainly no claims to this man, you are dismissedâ.
The young man trembled, dropped to his knees in gratitude. âThank You, Oh Holy and Righteous Judge for I am undeserving of Your infinite grace and mercyâ
Jesus paid it all All to Him I owe sin have left a crimson stain He washed it white as snow.
âFor this is good and acceptable in the sight of God our Savior, 4 who desires all men to be saved and to come to the knowledge of the truth. 5 For there is one God and one Mediator between God and men, the Man Christ Jesus, 6 who gave Himself a ransom for all, to be testified in due time,â 1 Tim 2:3-6