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.

Sunday Thoughts | Aug 11th

SummerColors | Blue

She put her water jar down. Suddenly everything was different. She had gone out to the well in the middle of the day with her head held low. She didn’t want to see the looks the villagers gave her. Alone, carrying her life, her shame and everything that hadn’t turned out how she had dreamt it should. But now, now she had met him. He that saw right through it all and with kind words told her the truth. His words had set her free. They showed her a love so different from what she had ever experienced before.

He had asked for a drink from her water jar, even though he was a man and she was a woman, even though he was a jew and she a samaritan. It was not how things should be. She had tried to look the other way as she approached the well, but now she found herself deep in talk with him.

His word touched her. Who was he?

She put her water jar down and went back into the village. For once she dared to look the others in their eyes, she had so much to tell them. She had to tell them about him that change her life only moments before. No one had talked like him. For the first time in ages she felt loved for whom she really was, with all her wounds and scars. She shouted it out as soon as she came into the gate. They looked at her and saw how changed she was. Together they went out to the well.

Her words had moved them. Could he be the Messiah?

She put her water jar down and the whole village got to meet him. He said he could give living water. That he could quench their thirst. They asked him to stay for a while, they wanted to talk with him and listen to him. His words changed them too.

They looked at the woman with loving eyes now. Understanding that they did wrong in judging her, seeing that they too had things to answer for in their own lives.

She walked with the other women to the well in the mornings now. His words about the living water had set them free. They believed he was sent from God. His name was Jesus.

Water
………………………………….  read more in John chapter 4 ………………………………..

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