It is very easy to put a blame on someone else or be a part of the group that is against the accused. Well, I remember the incident our Lord had to put up with . The woman that had been caught in adultery was accompanied be a huge mob of self righteous Jews who tried to test the Lord's lordship through his verdict on her. But Jesus instead of reacting very harshly to the situation acted very wisely by not saying a single thing against her but asked each one of those Jews to examine themselves and see if they have done no wrong. In the end we find that none of the Jews remaining there to accuse her. Convicted by their own guilt they left and went their own way.
How many a times do we find ourselves in the place of those Jews pointing fingers at those whoo have done wrong. It is very easy to accuse someone's commitment and interest for God by his absence during the weekly meetings in church. Though it is very difficult to find the pros of one person but easy to degrade the person's dignity through the continual accusations of his kons.
The biggest failure of man is the inability he has to accept his failures because of his pride. When you go through your own failures you realize that you are more degraded in your self than the other person. " Judge not and be not judged," that's what the Lord says and further, " How is it that you can see the mole in other's eye but not the plank in your own eye?"
Each person in this world has got an unique story to tell and that's how God has made man unique in his own image. Only when you are able to put yourself in the shoes of the other will you realize that the cross he is bearing is much heavier that yours. Then pointing fingers wouldn't be as easy as it was.
It is better to counsel someone through an "helping relationship" that understands the need of the other and finds himself walking through the path the other has to follow guiding him along. Accusations can leave behind a feeling of hatred and broken hearts that can last for a lifetime. It is better to talk tot he person on a personal basis than having him humiliated in front of the whole crowd. That is why, Jesus waited till each of those Jews went their way so that he could correct her with correction so powerful that she could accept it in all humility though not being humiliated. Though he being God Almighty and the Holy Judge of his Creation could easily use his finger to point out her fault, yet he stooped down and used those same fingers to write something unknown. I guess what he scribbled in the sands would have changed the lives of both those Jews and that woman caught in adultery and made them realize that they are standing before the Judge of all the earth.
Michael Card puts this whole incident beautifully through this song, Scribbling in the sand
Scribbling in the sand
Amidst a mob of madmen
She stood frightened and alone
As hate filled voices hissed at him
That she should now be stoned
But in the air around him
Hung a vast and wordless love
Who knows what loom at his lesson
He was in the middle of
At first he faced the fury
Of their self righteous scorn
But then he stooped and at once became
The calm eye of the storm
It was his wordless answer
To their dark and cruel demand
The lifetime in a moment
As he scribbled in the sand
It was silence it was music
It was art it was absurd
He stooped and shouted volumes
Without saying a single word
The same finger
Of the strong hand
That had written ten commands
For now was simply scribbling in the sand
Within the space of space and time
He scribbled in the sand
They cam e to hear and see as much
As they could understand
Now bound by cords of kindness
They couldn't cast a single stone
And Jesus and the women found that they were all alone
Could that same finger come
And trace my souls sacred sand
And make some unexpected space
Where I could understand
That my own condemnation pierced
And broke that gentle hand
That scratched the words I'll never know
Written in the sand
She stood frightened and alone
As hate filled voices hissed at him
That she should now be stoned
But in the air around him
Hung a vast and wordless love
Who knows what loom at his lesson
He was in the middle of
At first he faced the fury
Of their self righteous scorn
But then he stooped and at once became
The calm eye of the storm
It was his wordless answer
To their dark and cruel demand
The lifetime in a moment
As he scribbled in the sand
It was silence it was music
It was art it was absurd
He stooped and shouted volumes
Without saying a single word
The same finger
Of the strong hand
That had written ten commands
For now was simply scribbling in the sand
Within the space of space and time
He scribbled in the sand
They cam e to hear and see as much
As they could understand
Now bound by cords of kindness
They couldn't cast a single stone
And Jesus and the women found that they were all alone
Could that same finger come
And trace my souls sacred sand
And make some unexpected space
Where I could understand
That my own condemnation pierced
And broke that gentle hand
That scratched the words I'll never know
Written in the sand
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