Sunday | John 8:2-11

Rocks in sand
One by one the rocks fell to the ground.
Only the dust in the air left the mark that they were ever once hold.

Didn’t even one of them condemn you? He asked.
No, Lord, she answered; knowing full well that there was one man left that could.

The man in front of her; that had bowed his head when she was thrown down in front of him and did not look at her in her shame. The man that wrote in the dust and held no rock in his hand in the first place.

Neither do I, he said looking up; Go! And sin no more.
His eyes were full of forgiving, love and hope.

She could start over again now.
No rocks were thrown that day. No hope shattered.
And no silent prayer of forgiveness went unanswered.

Rocks in the sand

We meet the same eyes, the same love, the same hope and forgiveness when we (although thrown down by or sins and wrong doings) dare to look for Jesus and ask for a new chance.
He is still answering those prayers with a heartfelt yes.

Blessings for the week ahead.

Sunday | Mark 12:37-44

The detail

I wonder if she knew he was looking.
I wonder if she sensed it as she approached the temple with her offerings.
He sat there watching as the people came by with their gifts.
I wonder if she saw how he signaled for his disciples to come over where he sat,
as he pointed out the biggest giver of the day.

It was her.
Her and her two small coins that she gave away.
All she had to live for.
In faith and hope she gave it back to God.

She was seen.
By Jesus. And through him: by us.

I’m reminded that God’s kingdom run on other rules and values than our own world.
That what we deem small and insignificant – God redeem huge and most important.

Blessings for the week ahead.