The Sinner
I wonder if she heard about the woman who was drug into the courtyard by her hair. I wonder if she could hear the thunder of their accusations. I wonder if she was an eyewitness to the events. I wonder if she could relate to the struggle of this women. I wonder if she thought to herself….”That could be me." I wonder what she thought when she heard the words of Jesus, as he starred her in the eyes declaring, “Women, neither do I condemn you, go and sin no more!” I wonder if she felt like there was hope for her...
I wonder if she heard about the women who bled for 12 years, spent all that she had on doctors and physicians, who risked everything by going out into society that day, just to touch the hem of his garment. I wonder if she felt this woman’s pain. I wonder if she knew exactly how this women felt…
I wonder if she sat in the crowd, as He fed 5000 people, with a couple of small fish and some loaves of bread…
I wonder if she knew the boy who lived in the tombs, who had been run out of town by every person he encountered, I wonder if she heard the rumor that there was no hope for this boy, he was demonic. I wonder if she was one of the ones that saw him clothed, sitting in his right mind, next to Jesus. I wonder if her jaw dropped. I wonder if she felt like there was hope for her….
I wonder if she sat on the roadside as He passed by in that little village. I wonder if she witnessed the outcast, that blind man, as he stood up screaming, “Son of the Living God, have mercy on me!” I wonder if she watched Him, as he grabbed that blind man’s face asking, “What do you want me to do for you?” I wonder what she was thinking as the man said, “Sir, I want to see." I would have loved to see her face, when the blind mans eyes opened for the first time!
I wonder if she knew the leper, the one who everyone wrote off, who everyone wanted to stay away from. I wonder if she saw him skipping through town, clean, no more sores, accepted again, because of this man Jesus…
I wonder if she was in the front row, listening to Jesus, teaching to a packed crowd, when all of the sudden the roof opened up and 4 men were standing looking down through that hole. I wonder what she thought, as they lowered him down. I wonder if she stood up, in awe…wondering what they were doing. I wonder what was going through her mind…
I wonder if she saw hope for herself, I wonder if she said, "I got to get to this man, He's the one! He's the Savior, He's the one who holds the keys to life!" He's the one the world has been waiting for, He's the one who holds my hope in the palm of his hand!"
I wonder if this is what was going through her mind, as she kicked in that door, as Jesus sat with the Pharisees having an evening meal? I wonder if she was afraid. I wonder if she knew that this was her last chance. I wonder if she said to herself, “I don’t care what they think, I have to get to Him"
I wonder if when she walked in, she cared about the stares from the religious people. I wonder if she pushed herself through the crowd of Pharisees, just to get to his feet. I wonder if they tried to stop her, I wonder if it was chaos for a moment.
I wonder what she felt when she found herself at his feet, weeping, crying, sobbing…I wonder if she finally felt what all of the others felt…I wonder if she felt his amazing love embrace her like no other man, she had ever been with. After all, rumor was, that she may have been a prostitute, in and out of the arms of many men. I wonder if for the first time, she felt safe, secure and had a better understanding of what true love was.
I wonder….
I wonder if she heard about the women who bled for 12 years, spent all that she had on doctors and physicians, who risked everything by going out into society that day, just to touch the hem of his garment. I wonder if she felt this woman’s pain. I wonder if she knew exactly how this women felt…
I wonder if she sat in the crowd, as He fed 5000 people, with a couple of small fish and some loaves of bread…
I wonder if she knew the boy who lived in the tombs, who had been run out of town by every person he encountered, I wonder if she heard the rumor that there was no hope for this boy, he was demonic. I wonder if she was one of the ones that saw him clothed, sitting in his right mind, next to Jesus. I wonder if her jaw dropped. I wonder if she felt like there was hope for her….
I wonder if she sat on the roadside as He passed by in that little village. I wonder if she witnessed the outcast, that blind man, as he stood up screaming, “Son of the Living God, have mercy on me!” I wonder if she watched Him, as he grabbed that blind man’s face asking, “What do you want me to do for you?” I wonder what she was thinking as the man said, “Sir, I want to see." I would have loved to see her face, when the blind mans eyes opened for the first time!
I wonder if she knew the leper, the one who everyone wrote off, who everyone wanted to stay away from. I wonder if she saw him skipping through town, clean, no more sores, accepted again, because of this man Jesus…
I wonder if she was in the front row, listening to Jesus, teaching to a packed crowd, when all of the sudden the roof opened up and 4 men were standing looking down through that hole. I wonder what she thought, as they lowered him down. I wonder if she stood up, in awe…wondering what they were doing. I wonder what was going through her mind…
I wonder if she saw hope for herself, I wonder if she said, "I got to get to this man, He's the one! He's the Savior, He's the one who holds the keys to life!" He's the one the world has been waiting for, He's the one who holds my hope in the palm of his hand!"
I wonder if this is what was going through her mind, as she kicked in that door, as Jesus sat with the Pharisees having an evening meal? I wonder if she was afraid. I wonder if she knew that this was her last chance. I wonder if she said to herself, “I don’t care what they think, I have to get to Him"
I wonder if when she walked in, she cared about the stares from the religious people. I wonder if she pushed herself through the crowd of Pharisees, just to get to his feet. I wonder if they tried to stop her, I wonder if it was chaos for a moment.
I wonder what she felt when she found herself at his feet, weeping, crying, sobbing…I wonder if she finally felt what all of the others felt…I wonder if she felt his amazing love embrace her like no other man, she had ever been with. After all, rumor was, that she may have been a prostitute, in and out of the arms of many men. I wonder if for the first time, she felt safe, secure and had a better understanding of what true love was.
I wonder….
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