Dave Hop She can breathe again, she hadn’t realised how long she’d been holding her breath.
Hadn’t realised how tightly the threat of death had gripped her on the inside. How much the iron stares of her accusers were robbing her of life. The sun feels hot on her back, but not as hot as the searing darkness heaped on her by the crowd around. And then suddenly, light. This man brings light. And the heat dissipates, and she can lift her head. And it’s as if the burden of shame has been lifted from her, as if this man has taken it onto himself. And her eyes which were misted with regret and hurt and horror are suddenly clearing, and she can see the way ahead. And as he takes her hand and speaks to her about a new way forward it’s as if his words shine a light on the path ahead. She can’t believe it. She’s not been destroyed, she’s not been thrown away. She’s not been hurled into hell. This man has helped her stand when everyone else was pushing her down. He has offered a smile instead of a razor sharp rock. Words of compassion instead of sneers of spite and judgement. For a while there she had been thinking… if only she could turn back time… but now she sees, it’s not about what she can do, but what he is doing. And as she looks into his eyes now she sees the light of life, the light of the world right there in his gaze.
John 8 v 12
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