1 see the inside of the enclosure of the Temple, that is, one of themany courts surrounded by porches। And I see also Jesus Whowell enveloped in His mantle that covers His tunic — the latter isdark red and not white, and seems to be made of a heavy woollencloth — is speaking to a crowd of people standing around Him I would say that it is a winter day because I notice thateverybody is muffled up, and that it must be rather cold becauspeople, instead of standing, are walking fast as if they wished towarm themselves. The wind is blowing shaking mantles and rais-ing dust in the courts. The group pressing round Jesus, the only one to be still, whilstall the others standing around this or that master are walking UDand down, opens out to let a small group of gesticulatingvenomous scribes and Pharisees pass. They are spurting venomfrom their eyes, their livid faces and mouths. What vipers they are!Rather than lead they are dragging a woman, about thirty yearsold; her hair is ruffled and her dress untidy and she is weeping, asif she had been ill-treated. They throw her at Jesus' feet as if shewere a bundle of rags or a dead body. And she remains there,crouched, with her face resting on her arms, which hide it and arelike a cushion between it and the ground. «Master, this woman was caught in the very act of committingadultery. Her husband loved her and ensured that she lackednothing. She was the queen in her house. And she has been unfaithful to him because she is a vicious ungrateful sinner and profaner. She is an adulteress and as such she is to be stoned. Mosesordered so. In his law he orders us to stone such women likeunclean animals. And they are unclean. Because they betray faithand the man who loves them and takes care of them, and becauselike earth never sated, they always crave for lust. They are worsethan prostitutes because without the sting of need they gavethemselves to satisfy their lewdness. They are corrupted and corrupters.They are to be sentenced to death. Moses said so. What have You to say, Master?» Jesus, Who had stopped speaking at the tumultuous arrival 01the Pharisees and had looked at the pack of angry men with piercing eyes and then had lowered them on the depressed womanthrown at His feet, is silent. Still sitting, He has bent, and with hisfinger He begins to write on the stones of the porch covered withthe dust raised by the wind. While they speak He writes.«Master? We are speaking to You. Listen to us. Reply to us. "aYou not understood? This woman has been caught in the veryof committing adultery. In her house. In the bed of her busShe has polluted it with her lechery.* Jesus is writing. But this man is a fool! Don't you see that He does not under-fand anything and that He is drawing signs on the dust like a poorfool. Master, for the sake of Your name, speak. Let Your wisdomreply to our question. We repeat it: this woman lacked nothing.She had clothes, food, love. And she has been unfaithful.*Jesus is writing. She lied to the man who trusted her. With mendacious lips shegreeted him and went to the door with him, smiling, she then openedthe secret door and let her lover in. And while her husband wasaway working for her, like an unclean animal, she wallowed in herlewdness.» Master, she is a desecrator of the Law as well as of her nuptialbed. She is a rebel, an impious person, a blasphemer.*Jesus is writing. He writes and cancels with His sandal-shod footwhat He has written and writes further on, turning round slowlyto find more room. He looks like a little boy playing. But whatHe writes are not playful words. He has written successively:
Sunday, March 28, 2010
adulturous
The Pharisees and the Adulterous Woman
1 see the inside of the enclosure of the Temple, that is, one of themany courts surrounded by porches। And I see also Jesus Whowell enveloped in His mantle that covers His tunic — the latter isdark red and not white, and seems to be made of a heavy woollencloth — is speaking to a crowd of people standing around Him I would say that it is a winter day because I notice thateverybody is muffled up, and that it must be rather cold becauspeople, instead of standing, are walking fast as if they wished towarm themselves. The wind is blowing shaking mantles and rais-ing dust in the courts. The group pressing round Jesus, the only one to be still, whilstall the others standing around this or that master are walking UDand down, opens out to let a small group of gesticulatingvenomous scribes and Pharisees pass. They are spurting venomfrom their eyes, their livid faces and mouths. What vipers they are!Rather than lead they are dragging a woman, about thirty yearsold; her hair is ruffled and her dress untidy and she is weeping, asif she had been ill-treated. They throw her at Jesus' feet as if shewere a bundle of rags or a dead body. And she remains there,crouched, with her face resting on her arms, which hide it and arelike a cushion between it and the ground. «Master, this woman was caught in the very act of committingadultery. Her husband loved her and ensured that she lackednothing. She was the queen in her house. And she has been unfaithful to him because she is a vicious ungrateful sinner and profaner. She is an adulteress and as such she is to be stoned. Mosesordered so. In his law he orders us to stone such women likeunclean animals. And they are unclean. Because they betray faithand the man who loves them and takes care of them, and becauselike earth never sated, they always crave for lust. They are worsethan prostitutes because without the sting of need they gavethemselves to satisfy their lewdness. They are corrupted and corrupters.They are to be sentenced to death. Moses said so. What have You to say, Master?» Jesus, Who had stopped speaking at the tumultuous arrival 01the Pharisees and had looked at the pack of angry men with piercing eyes and then had lowered them on the depressed womanthrown at His feet, is silent. Still sitting, He has bent, and with hisfinger He begins to write on the stones of the porch covered withthe dust raised by the wind. While they speak He writes.«Master? We are speaking to You. Listen to us. Reply to us. "aYou not understood? This woman has been caught in the veryof committing adultery. In her house. In the bed of her busShe has polluted it with her lechery.* Jesus is writing. But this man is a fool! Don't you see that He does not under-fand anything and that He is drawing signs on the dust like a poorfool. Master, for the sake of Your name, speak. Let Your wisdomreply to our question. We repeat it: this woman lacked nothing.She had clothes, food, love. And she has been unfaithful.*Jesus is writing. She lied to the man who trusted her. With mendacious lips shegreeted him and went to the door with him, smiling, she then openedthe secret door and let her lover in. And while her husband wasaway working for her, like an unclean animal, she wallowed in herlewdness.» Master, she is a desecrator of the Law as well as of her nuptialbed. She is a rebel, an impious person, a blasphemer.*Jesus is writing. He writes and cancels with His sandal-shod footwhat He has written and writes further on, turning round slowlyto find more room. He looks like a little boy playing. But whatHe writes are not playful words. He has written successively:
1 see the inside of the enclosure of the Temple, that is, one of themany courts surrounded by porches। And I see also Jesus Whowell enveloped in His mantle that covers His tunic — the latter isdark red and not white, and seems to be made of a heavy woollencloth — is speaking to a crowd of people standing around Him I would say that it is a winter day because I notice thateverybody is muffled up, and that it must be rather cold becauspeople, instead of standing, are walking fast as if they wished towarm themselves. The wind is blowing shaking mantles and rais-ing dust in the courts. The group pressing round Jesus, the only one to be still, whilstall the others standing around this or that master are walking UDand down, opens out to let a small group of gesticulatingvenomous scribes and Pharisees pass. They are spurting venomfrom their eyes, their livid faces and mouths. What vipers they are!Rather than lead they are dragging a woman, about thirty yearsold; her hair is ruffled and her dress untidy and she is weeping, asif she had been ill-treated. They throw her at Jesus' feet as if shewere a bundle of rags or a dead body. And she remains there,crouched, with her face resting on her arms, which hide it and arelike a cushion between it and the ground. «Master, this woman was caught in the very act of committingadultery. Her husband loved her and ensured that she lackednothing. She was the queen in her house. And she has been unfaithful to him because she is a vicious ungrateful sinner and profaner. She is an adulteress and as such she is to be stoned. Mosesordered so. In his law he orders us to stone such women likeunclean animals. And they are unclean. Because they betray faithand the man who loves them and takes care of them, and becauselike earth never sated, they always crave for lust. They are worsethan prostitutes because without the sting of need they gavethemselves to satisfy their lewdness. They are corrupted and corrupters.They are to be sentenced to death. Moses said so. What have You to say, Master?» Jesus, Who had stopped speaking at the tumultuous arrival 01the Pharisees and had looked at the pack of angry men with piercing eyes and then had lowered them on the depressed womanthrown at His feet, is silent. Still sitting, He has bent, and with hisfinger He begins to write on the stones of the porch covered withthe dust raised by the wind. While they speak He writes.«Master? We are speaking to You. Listen to us. Reply to us. "aYou not understood? This woman has been caught in the veryof committing adultery. In her house. In the bed of her busShe has polluted it with her lechery.* Jesus is writing. But this man is a fool! Don't you see that He does not under-fand anything and that He is drawing signs on the dust like a poorfool. Master, for the sake of Your name, speak. Let Your wisdomreply to our question. We repeat it: this woman lacked nothing.She had clothes, food, love. And she has been unfaithful.*Jesus is writing. She lied to the man who trusted her. With mendacious lips shegreeted him and went to the door with him, smiling, she then openedthe secret door and let her lover in. And while her husband wasaway working for her, like an unclean animal, she wallowed in herlewdness.» Master, she is a desecrator of the Law as well as of her nuptialbed. She is a rebel, an impious person, a blasphemer.*Jesus is writing. He writes and cancels with His sandal-shod footwhat He has written and writes further on, turning round slowlyto find more room. He looks like a little boy playing. But whatHe writes are not playful words. He has written successively:
