The Man Who Threw A Rock.

If any one of you is without sin, let him be the first to throw a stone at her. John 8:7b

As I traveled along a multi-lane tollway that intersected with a major highway on my way to a funeral, my GPS alerted me to the left turn up ahead. Problem was, the signs set over the lanes appeared to suggest a different direction. The Man Who Threw a Rock-7-picmonkey

To make a directional blunder would cost me several more minutes as I untangled myself from heavy traffic and made a course correction within a metroplex touting a population of over four million. No piece of cake.

With only seconds to make a decision, I chose to take the GPS route and slipped into the far left lane – which only served to irritate the rather aggressive driver of a white Dodge Ram truck. 

Despite my effort to accelerate and maneuver out of his way, he felt the need to shadow me.

Then I lost sight of him. 

Until he appeared again, this time on my right side. WhileThe Man Who Threw a Rock-2-picmonkey in transit, the guy chucked a sizable rock at the back car door before speeding on ahead…either fully satisfied with the outcome of his retaliatory action or darn frustrated that he’d missed my head by, oh, say, four feet.

What. The. Heck!? I asked with mouth agape and knuckles blanched on the steering wheel. 

If any one of you is without sin, let him be the first to throw a stone at her. John 8:7b

I rolled my eyes upward. Yes, Lord, I hear You.

But the disturbing sound of a rock connecting with the hard metal clanged louder. The Man Who Threw a Rock-picmonkey.

My own will shoved its abrasive self successfully to center stage as I made an attempt to wiggle left past other cars and edge close enough to identify the man’s license tag. Something. Anything

Then chimed that robotic GPS again. “Exit right ahead.”

Okay, fine. I could no longer cast my own stone, the likes of a steely-eyed glare, AND make it to the funeral on time.

Duly convicted, I disregarded the incident and dropped my proverbial stone with a thunderous thud.

When the puffed up Pharisees forced a woman caught in adultery to stand before the crowd which had gathered to hear Jesus’ teaching within the temple courts, they reminded Him of the Law – like He really needed reminding. 

Such women were to be stoned. 

Empty handed, Jesus stooped low and began to write something, looking an awful lot like One Who’d once written on tablets of stone with his finger. 

They persisted in their questioning. 

Jesus straightened Himself again and addressed the real heart issue:

If any one of you is without sin, let him be the first to throw a stone at her. John 8:7b

In one sentence, He’d cleared the sizable room, leaving only Him and the adulterous woman.

“Has no one condemned you?” 

“No one, sir,” she said.

“Then neither do I condemn you.,” Jesus declared. “Go now and leave your life of sin.” John 8:10b-11
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Next time I find the fingers of my mind around a stone, targeting a (ahem) fellow sinner, it would be wise to remember the One who doesn’t treat me as my sins deserve, but, rather, removes them as far as the east is from the west (Psalm 103). And Who is Himself the living Stone and created me to be one among many living stones The Man Who Threw A Rock-6-picmonkeyupon which He is building His spiritual house (I Peter 2:4-5).

And it’s awfully hard to build a house when rocks of accusation are being thrown.

What’s that you have in your hand?

2 Comments

  1. I had a truck zoom around me as I changed lanes near a traffic light last week. Then, both the driver and the passenger stuck their hands out their windows and raised a certain finger at me! You know, mini-vans are misnamed; they really aren’t that little. I thought about inching right up onto his puny little Nissan Brat tail and breathing heavily down his neck with my engine. But… the Holy Spirit gave me pause (might have had something to do with my kids being in the car). I took a couple of deep breaths and prayed out loud for the Lord to bless those two men and their families. I even tried really hard not to pray vindictively or judgmentally. (Not sure I was successful.)
    Anyway, I know how you feel. Glad you weren’t hurt, that your car wasn’t damaged, and that you had a Moment with God. Thank you for sharing it with us.

  2. It’s SOOO hard to set my pride aside in times like that. It took way too long for me to hear the Lord say, “You do know I spared your life here, right??” Love you, sister.

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