my favorite bloggers/writers. Tamara Lunardo is one of the most honest, raw, and real people you would ever care to meet. She hides behind no walls, cuts to the chase, speaks what the rest of us probably wish we could, and loves JESUS with every ounce of her being. I am blessed that my blog, at least for a day, gets to cross paths with hers. THANK YOU, Tamara, for allowing a little piece of my heart to be present in your "not so little" corner of the internet. :)
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My post today is a poem (of sorts) based on the following scripture:
Early in the morning Jesus came again to the temple. All the people came to Him, and He sat down and taught them. The scribes and the Pharisees brought a woman who had been caught in adultery, and placing her in the midst they said to Him, “Teacher, this woman has been caught in the act of adultery. Now in the Law Moses commanded us to stone such women. So what do you say?” 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. 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."
And once more He bent down and wrote on the ground. 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. Jesus stood up and said to her,
“WOMAN, WHERE ARE THEY? HAS NO ONE CONDEMNED YOU?"
She said, “No one, Lord.” And Jesus said,
“NEITHER DO I CONDEMN YOU... GO, AND SIN NO MORE."
John 8:1-11
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Are you a stone holder, or are you the girl caught in the entanglement of her own brokenness? It's an honest question, because I KNOW that *I have been a holder of rocks both big and small many times in my life, and I KNOW that *I have thrown those stones more than a time or two, at least in my own heart. The CRUX of this scripture (and let's NOT miss it) is this:
NOT A SINGLE ONE OF US IS REALLY AND TRULY DEEP DOWN IN THE BONES OF WHO WE ARE A STONE HOLDER OR THROWER... WE ARE ALL, *EVERY* *SINGLE* *ONE* OF US, THAT BEDRAGGLED GIRL ABOUT TO DIE BY OUR OWN DOING... WAITING... BREATHLESS... IN THE MIDST OF THE RIDICULOUS, AMAZING, WONDROUS MERCY OF THE SAND WRITER.
