Stop trying so hard

There are so many things we strive for in this life. Happiness, success, peace, joy, recognition…the list could go on for quite a while. The world believes all those things are possible if we just work hard enough. Just put in a little more effort to reach goals. Don’t let anything get in our way.

God’s love is exactly the opposite, and it contains anything and everything we will ever need. We don’t have to work hard to earn it. God said “Here you go,” and sent us Jesus. He died a horrible death on the cross to reconcile us back to our Father.

Stop trying to do everything, and surrender yourself to God.

Our Identity

Our identity isn’t found in our ability to sin. Our identity is found in Christ.

Just because we have the ability to sin, we believe we’re nothing more than worms trying not to do wrong things. We are sons and daughters of the King. We were bought with a price. Let’s walk in righteousness.

Once we truly understand this, everything changes. The enemy fears we will one day figure out what he already knows.

Why do we expect Hollywood to teach us the Bible?

Social media can be very interesting. This has happened to me personally, but I also see it with others as well. Someone can post a Bible verse, or even an amazing nugget of spiritual truth, and maybe get a couple likes, possibly a comment and a share. The same person can upload a picture of a pork sandwich the next day, and people go bonkers. Tons of likes, comments that you have to keep scrolling down to read, and everyone and their brother will share the picture. I just don’t understand why we are so consumed with stuff that honestly doesn’t matter very much in the overall big picture.

Another trend I’ve been noticing recently is Christians getting upset over movies. It’s kind of funny, because my reactions to these “Christian” movies over the last year or two have been completely different from that of my brothers and sisters. Let me give you some examples.

God’s Not Dead. The Christian community went bananas over this movie. It was as if we won some kind of battle against atheists. Why do we so easily forget that our war isn’t against flesh and blood? Ephesians 6:12. I actually did a post on this earlier in the year. You can read it HERE. Overall, I enjoyed the movie, but didn’t like the main theme. I don’t believe we have to prove that God exists. Arguing and fighting with people over our beliefs doesn’t accomplish anything but more animosity. We prove God exists by walking in love and using our life as the unspoken argument.

Son of God. Again, Christians went all out fruity over this movie playing in the theaters. I actually felt as if I had been bamboozled a little bit. If you watched The Bible miniseries on TV, then you had pretty much already seen this movie. It might have been promoted that way, but I don’t know for sure. I was sorely disappointed. However, if putting Son of God on the big screen resulted in people realizing their need for a Savior, then it served its purpose.

Noah. There was such an uproar about this movie when it was released. Everything from it was directed by an atheist to it doesn’t follow the Biblical story. Well, I waited and waited for this to come out, because I wanted to see it. Russell Crowe as Noah? Are you serious? We were about to get Gladiator meets Genesis. Unfortunately, the movie was a big snooze fest for me. I believe I actually fell asleep a couple of times. Aside from a couple places with great special effects, it was horrible. I honestly didn’t care whether it completely aligned with the Biblical version or not, which is quite opposite of what most people were looking for.

Exodus. Facebook posts about this movie are what led me to write this blog today. I haven’t seen it yet, so I can’t give my personal opinion on it’s quality. I’m taking my kids to see the new Hobbit movie next week, so Exodus will be a DVD rental. Christians, again, are getting riled up because of what they are seeing on the screen. Or, to put it more accurately, what they are NOT seeing on the screen. I think even Glen Beck said something about it was making Moses out to be a terrorist. I don’t know. I can’t wait to see it, though. It looks amazing.

We are expecting Hollywood to teach the Bible, and I don’t understand why.

I also don’t understand why we only get upset over the “Christian” movies we see emerge. Why don’t we rant and rave on Facebook over the movies saturated with vulgarity, sex, and gory violence? Are we so desensitized to this world, that those movies are just normal? It’s only when something “good” comes out, it strikes a nerve? TV shows are the same. We are up in arms over the inaccuracies of Exodus, but remain glued to the television when The Walking Dead or Sons of Anarchy come on. They are cursing God’s name, but yet that’s okay? C’mon, Church.

If you want a Bible lesson about the flood or Moses, go to church, or better yet, just read your Bible.

My wife and I decided years ago to stop watching rated R movies, with the one exception being Passion of the Christ. I’ve been called legalistic before when I posted about this, but that’s okay. I honestly don’t care if you think it’s legalistic or not. I don’t want to fill my mind with that garbage. I want to chase after righteousness and His kingdom. I’m not saying you shouldn’t watch rated R movies. It’s none of my business. I’m telling you what’s right for me and my family.

Time is short. People are lost. If we are truly born again, we have Christ in us, the hope of glory. We have the hope people need, whether they know what they are searching for or not.

Let’s stop being offended when Hollywood doesn’t get it right, and start loving people every day.

They need what we say we have.

Believers gotta stop freaking out

This was my Facebook status earlier today.

Why should it truly matter if people say Xmas or Happy Holidays? If we’re fighting that, it just reveals that we are moved by what people do or say. Stop shouting “Keep Christ in Christmas” and “He is the reason for the season.” If we’re saying those things while judging others, our witness is a big fat zero. Live a life that demonstrates God is on the throne of your heart. Walk in love.

As believers, we get so caught up in what this world is doing, that we tend to forget about why we’re actually in the world.

In Matthew 24, Jesus talks about the end of the world, the last days. Verse 12 says,

And because iniquity shall abound, the love of many shall wax cold.

I’ve always assumed that verse is talking about people who aren’t saved.

What if He’s talking about believers?

It’s a very sobering thought. In simple terms, “iniquity shall abound” means there will be a lot of sin. Well, look around. It’s pretty obvious that’s happening.

And the more people sin, the more judgement they receive. And sadly, it’s usually from those claiming to be Christians.

It’s becoming less and less shocking to read through comments about a controversial topic on someone’s blog, and the worst remarks are left by Christians. Argumentative, arrogant, holier than though, and sometimes just straight up spewing hate towards others.

It’s sad.

We spend so much time being right, that we forget God has created us to love people.

I brought up some points on Tuesday with my post, Stop trying to prove God exists.

We have to stop taking things so personal. We act as if  homosexuals, atheists, Buddhists, and agnostics are our problem. News flash: THEY AREN’T. Our biggest problem is us. We have to get over us, and follow Jesus.

If God acted like us and allowed everything bad on this Earth to affect Him, He would be a complete basket case. I’m pretty sure He would have to be admitted to a psych ward. He isn’t capable of freaking out, not just because He’s God, but because He is love.

If we are walking in relationship with our Father, we aren’t going to care what people say or do. It shouldn’t ruffle our feathers or influence our attitude in any way. We don’t have to jump on the boycott bandwagon or write a million letters to our senator.

If you squeeze an orange, you are going to get orange juice. If you squeeze an apple, apple juice. Too often, a Christian gets squeezed, and everything but Jesus comes out. Hurt, anger, frustration, judgement.

Let’s not allow ourselves to be hurt by the world. Let’s hurt for the world, and show them Jesus.

Stop trying to prove God exists

Not sure if these are going up everywhere, but here in the South, there are some billboards appearing that are causing quite a stir. The one I’ve seen people talking most about shows a girl writing a letter to Santa. It says, “Dear Santa, all I want for Christmas is to skip church. I’m too old for fairy tales.”

Christians are going crazy about it. Arguing and fighting on Facebook, Twitter, and all other social media. It’s so sad. Why does something like this get believers in such a frenzy?

This is one of the main reasons Christians get bashed. Arguing, fighting, judging people over silly stuff like this.

There are several reasons I believe this is so silly.

1) We don’t need to prove that God exists. 

If we could prove the existence of God to everyone, there would be no need for faith. We aren’t supposed to live by feelings, but by faith. We can’t allow what people don’t see to influence what we do see. It’s that simple. We prove it by walking it out.

2) Debating with unbelievers only causes more division.

I used to argue and debate with people all the time on social media. In the last year or so, I’ve come to understand that I was only doing those things to prove something. I would fight to be right. That’s crazy. My life is no longer mine. I was bought with a price. I don’t have rights anymore. It’s called denying myself and becoming love. Arguments and judgement don’t bring people to Christ. Love does.

3) We shouldn’t be so easily offended.

This is related to number two above. The Bible says to be imitators of God. God is love. We are to become love. Love is plainly defined in 1 Corinthians 13. One of the big attributes is that love doesn’t seek it’s own. Or as the Message version says, “Love cares more for others than for self.” We would only be offended with something like this if we’re still holding onto our self, our flesh. How can something that has died be offended, hurt, or moved in any way? Do we think God is up there on the throne rocking back and forth, biting His nails, and trying to figure out what to do about these billboards? Of course not. Then why should we?

4) We need to live the Gospel.

For too long, the world has heard what we believe. It’s time we start showing them. If we’re fighting with everyone, why would anyone want what we say we have? Christians are known more for what they stand against, than Who they stand for. And by that, I don’t mean we have to picket, boycott, or fight against anything that isn’t Christian. If we stand for Christ, we walk in love.


Church, we need to redeem the time because the days are evil. Is our time better spent arguing over billboards, lifestyles, and evolution, or giving Jesus to everyone we meet?

Let’s stop the debates. We know Who God is and what He’s done for us. We don’t have to prove that to the world.

We just need to love the world.


Why are we so consumed with how the media, government, and atheists treat Christianity?

Our battle isn’t against flesh and blood. At the Cross, Jesus said “Father, forgive them for they know not what they do.”

The same applies today.

Until they become born again and renew their minds, they have no idea what they’re doing. They are lost sons and daughters for whom Heaven went bankrupt for. God wanted His kids to come home.

Don’t let what they don’t see influence what you do see.

Let’s walk out true Christianity and give people what we say we have.

Open letter to the parents of Michael Brown

I don’t even know where to being.

I can’t pretend to fully understand your loss and pain. Being a forty-two year old white male in America, I haven’t experienced the harsh realities of society in the ways you have endured. That, in itself, would be a heavy burden to bear. The loss of a son makes it even more overwhelming.

I am a father of two girls, and can’t imagine losing one of them to such a tragedy. We, as parents, are saddled with great responsibility the moment they enter this world. We protect. We nurture. We discipline. We love. We envision grand dreams for our children, unsure if they will ever obtain them. We never anticipate outliving them. It’s an old cliche, but it’s so very true. A parent should never have to bury their own child.

As I watched the events unfold Monday night, my heart broke. I am a Christian. The Bible says in Romans 12:15 that we are to rejoice with those who rejoice, and weep with those who weep. I stared at all those hurt, angry, and distraught faces in Ferguson, and I cried. I prayed for healing and reconciliation. I prayed for everyone directly involved with the case. I prayed for the safety of every citizen on those streets.

And I prayed for you.

Your son was a human being. We were all created in the image of God. Each one of us has value and purpose, regardless of how the world looks at us. I honestly don’t fully know what God’s intentions were for creating different races. I believe it’s something to celebrate, not discriminate against. What a boring world this would be if we were all entirely the same. I have many friends from multiple cultures, and it’s amazing to learn about all the differences.

As difficult as it is to accept, I know racism is alive and well today. It’s extremely sad, but impossible to ignore. People are labeled with stereotypes by the way they act, talk, and live. Nothing will ever change until we can view each and every individual through the same lens as our Heavenly Father. We have to see beyond the visible, and recognize each person’s potential and destiny.

God loves you. He loved Michael. Before your son was even conceived, God already had the template set aside. With tenderness and grace, He formed him inside the womb. He gave him life. It doesn’t matter how Michael chose to live on this Earth. That never changed the intimate, unconditional love he received from his Creator. Nothing could ever change that.

After reading the comments and posts that have saturated social media this week, my heart is heavy. I can’t imagine the emotions and feelings you are experiencing in the midst of this chaos. It seems as if everyone wants to voice their opinions and spew hate, rather than take a moment to focus on those who are hurting the most. I know you feel the weight of injustice pressing down on your like an unbearable burden. For that, I am truly sorry.

I’m not taking sides. My heart hurts for all parties involved in this situation. No one walks away from something like this without experiencing loss. The bottom line is that you lost a son, and nothing that is done, written, or said will ever bring him back. The grief you will continue to endure is unspeakable.

I pray for God’s comfort to embrace you as the days pass. The only thing that will make a difference in this world is love. It has to start with the person standing right in front of us.



Stop waiting on God

This world is a mess. There is no denying that fact.

My heart broke last night as I watched some of the rioting in Ferguson after the announcement of the grand jury’s decision.

It broke for the protesters who were burning cars, looting stores, and shooting guns. It broke for the parents of Michael Brown. It broke for Darren Wilson and his family. This incident changed all their lives forever. I’m not here to debate about whether or not the system failed, and who should or shouldn’t be blamed. I’m here to talk about us.

I see so many Christians pleading with God, wondering why He hasn’t come, asking for intervention, searching for signs of the end times. We have to stop doing that.

He has given us authority. If we are believers, His Spirit lives inside of us. If we were meant to just walk around the planet wondering when God is going to do something, then answer me this:

Why do we have the power of life and death in our tongue?

Why did God say people perish for a lack of knowledge?

Why would we reap what we sow?

Sounds to me like we’ve been given power and authority. This world is ruled by the devil. It’s his domain. We are basically living in Hell on Earth. Sin and death are all around us. We need to redeem the time and stop wondering when Christ is coming back. If we are praying for His return just for an escape from all this evil, then it’s all about us, and we’ve completely missed the entire point of the Gospel.

Jesus said to deny ourselves and follow Him. He didn’t sit around in fear, praying God would hurry up and beam Him back up into Heaven. He healed the sick. He gave hope to the hopeless. He fed the hungry. He raised the dead. He loved the unlovable. He left a legacy on this Earth that we are to follow.

Let’s quit being so Heavenly minded, that we are Earthly bummers.

Let’s be so Heavenly minded, that we are Earthly amazing, and people want what we have.

This reminds me of the line from Matthew West’s song, Do Something.

So, I shook my fist at Heaven
Said, “God, why don’t You do something?”
He said, “I did, I created you”

We were created to manifest the image of God, which is total, complete, unconditional love. And it starts with the person standing right in front of us.

Stop waiting on God, and start becoming like Him.

Power and Love

Wow. What a life changing week.

My wife and I had the amazing opportunity to attend our first ever School of Power and Love. You can check out the site HERE. This one was held in Wilmington NC, about seven hours from where we live. There were several speakers, but the one we wanted to hear was Todd White. We have been watching Todd and also Dan Mohler on YouTube for quite some time now. They speak straight up truth right from the Bible. It’s awesome. Search for them. You won’t be disappointed.

Todd had four sessions, so we attended each of those. The purpose of these schools is to not only teach about love and spiritual gifts, but after every session, we go out into the community and walk it out. Christianity is a lifestyle, not just a prayer to get us into Heaven.

After the morning session on Thursday, my wife and I went out with a group of people, because it was our first time. It didn’t go as we expected, so there isn’t anything to tell from that one. Once the afternoon session was over, my wife and I decided to just go on our own and see what would happen. We chose to visit Walmart. We walked around for quite awhile, feeling timid and somewhat frightened. It’s hard to just walk up to a total stranger and talk to them about Jesus.

We spotted an employee walking around with a brace on her wrist that covered some of her hand. We dialed in and decided to stalk her around the store. She actually moved pretty quick, so we knew there was nothing wrong with her legs. We were still feeling hesitant until we saw a small group of people from the conference talking and praying with a man in a motorized cart. My wife was like, “Alright. Let’s do this.”

We chased the employee down, her name is Jonnie, and said we noticed she had a brace on her hand. We asked what had happened and why she was wearing it. We told Jonnie that God loved her so much, and then asked if we could pray for her wrist. She was so shocked, but very happy to let us pray. It was awesome. She was having a lot of pain from arthritis in her joints. We prayed healing over her and she hugged us both afterwards. She said there just aren’t any nice people around anymore. We believe in faith that Jonnie’s wrist was healed and she has no more pain.

We attended the morning session on Friday, and then went out on our own once again. We drove about fifteen minutes down to Carolina Beach. The idea was to not only walk for a bit, but minister to anyone we came across. It was an absolute ghost town. We walked for about an hour, then decided to visit the closest mall we could find. We walked around a while as we did in Walmart, then finally spotted a woman sitting alone on a bench. We discussed it for a bit, and then decided to go and talk to her.

My wife sat down beside the woman and just said hi, and that we felt God wanted us to talk to her. She smiled politely, but definitely didn’t look very enthusiastic. My wife then asked if we could pray for her, and that’s when she grabbed her purse and pulled it in tight to her body. She told us that she prayed for herself and she was fine. It was pretty funny. We just told her that God loved her, and we moved on.

I noticed a guy standing by a kiosk and knew instantly I was to talk to him. We walked in a circle around some other stands, and then I just walked up and shook his hand. I told him I felt compelled to approach and let him know how much God loved him. His name was Ray. Turns out, Ray is a Christian and his wife and two kids just moved to Wilmington from Charlotte. We talked for a bit, and then asked if he needed prayer. He asked us to pray that he would have more fire for God’s Word, and also for his job situation. We prayed, hugged it out, then went on our way. It was so cool.

We left the mall and headed down to the historic district in Wilmington. Down by the water front. We parked and walked over to where we could get a picture of the battle ship there. I noticed a homeless man and woman eating some pizza as we crossed the street. We were going to take a selfie, but the woman hurried over to us and asked if we wanted her to take the pic. After she took the picture, she asked if we had any spare change. I said we never carry cash or anything, but then I asked if there was anything going on in her life we could pray for. She was so surprised, but instantly smiled and her face lit up. She said her name was Teresa, and she and her husband have been battling some kind of compensation for one of his injuries. We prayed for her right there, and for the whole situation. She hugged us both, and thanked us.

We left downtown, and went in search of an Outback Steakhouse, so we could eat before the main meeting at the school. We got in and seated, already planning on blessing our server in some way or another. They are stuck with us for quite a while, so they would have no choice. Our server was Stacie, and she was very nice. When she came to refill my tea, I simply asked her how her day was going. She didn’t reply at first, and then suddenly she said, “Oh. You’re talking to me?” She told us later that no one ever asks that or even tries to engage in conversation.

She said on her way to work, her husband had called and said he was going to have to get a sonogram on his liver. His foot had been hurting, and when he went to the doctor, it went way differently than anticipated. They said he may have even had a very slight heart attack. They are in their 40’s. She was shaken up by the news and wasn’t doing too well trying to work. She stopped, and then said “I bet you wished you hadn’t asked, huh?” And she laughed. I shook my head (my wife was already crying, and I was tearing up) and said, “No. Quite the opposite. Is it okay if we pray with you?”

She hesitated a couple of seconds, then her bottom lip began to quiver as she started to cry. She said of course, so right there in the booth, we prayed for her. Just that peace would invade their lives and things like that. Prayed blessings over her and her husband. It was awesome. We were all crying. She was blown away that we would care that much to take the time to pray with her. We knew God wasn’t done. He told us to bless her abundantly with the tip. My wife handed Stacie the bill after we had filled in the tip, and told her that God wanted her to know how much He loves her.

We walked outside to our car, and she came running out after us when she realized how much we left for her. She said she felt bad because she told us all that, and we left such a huge tip out of pity. We told her it wasn’t pity, but it was because of God’s amazing love for her. We repeated that God loves her and her husband so much. She hugged us both again, crying, and returned to work.

It was such an amazing week. We have come away from this with a completely changed view on everyone around us. There are hurting, dying people everywhere in search of hope. If we aren’t willing to get over ourselves and walk out the Gospel, who will? This is lifestyle Christianity. You don’t have to wait for God to direct you to someone. Start with the person in front of you.

It’s time to get into the game, Church. Let’s just say “Yes”, and run the race.

Am I Worthy?

From I Was There

The shame haunts me on a daily basis.

I’ve tried to be a good person, but I always end up failing. It’s not easy. It never has been. I am a woman with needs. I thought once I was married, everything would be perfect. Unfortunately, I’ve discovered that is not the case at all. There are times when I still feel alone, unwanted, and not very important. In his eyes, I’m just an object, or more like a slave. He thinks my sole purpose for existing on this earth is to serve him. If I don’t make him happy, he threatens to leave me. How can I continue to live like this?

My mother told me, on numerous occasions, that divorce is a sin. A sin that God will punish severely. I’ve always had a difficult time understanding that. My husband doesn’t beat me, but abuse takes on many different forms. Is it still a sin to leave him? I honestly don’t know the answer to that question. I’m afraid of what might happen if I leave. I don’t want to disappoint my mother, but most importantly, I don’t want to sin against God. I’m lost and confused and don’t know what to do anymore.

I don’t have anyone I can really talk to. My friends are busy with their own lives, and their own set of problems. I tried to pray, but I just don’t know what to say. How do I even know anyone is up there listening to me? There has been so much talk about God and His Son, Jesus, but I have yet to see anything worth believing in. I’ve heard the stories of miracles being performed, but nothing has ever happened to me personally. I just need something to believe in. Something I can use as my anchor in this world so full of uncertainty and confusion.

I make no excuses for what I’ve done. Yes, my marriage is failing, and I am nothing more than a lost soul searching for help, but I have to face the consequences of my actions. I don’t know what the penalty is, but somehow I will endure it. My mother hasn’t spoken to me in three days. I didn’t think she knew about what happened, but her actions indicate otherwise. I know they will be coming soon to determine my punishment. I just have to be strong.

I hear commotion outside, and I open the front door. Several men, with their long beards and flowing robes, stand there in heated argument. They stop talking as I walk forward. I see my mother standing off to the side, watching intently. My husband is working and will not be around to witness what is happening. The other man is there with the group, looking at me with eyes full of contempt. I don’t understand that. He told me that he loved me.

I stand there, with hands stretched out in a gesture of surrender.

One man walks over to me. “Do you know what sin you have committed?”

I nod and drop my head in shame. “Yes, adultery.”

“Do you know what the penalty is for such a sin?”


“According to the Law of Moses, you are to be stoned to death.”

My heart begins to beat faster, and I swallow the lump of fear that has formed in the back of my throat. These were the teachers of the law. It wasn’t possible they were wrong in their knowledge of sin, or its consequences. They had studied the ancient Scriptures more than anyone.

He turns to address the small crowd that has gathered, but before he can speak, one of the older men walks over. “Why don’t we take her to the Teacher? The one they call Jesus. Let’s see what he has to say about this woman. If He doesn’t do what is required, we will have reason to suspect His true intentions.”

They all agree. They push me forward toward the temple, and the crowd follows. I feel the eyes of every person staring into my back. I am so ashamed. Not only have I brought disgrace to myself, but I have embarrassed my family as well. I am terrified. I didn’t know the penalty for adultery was death. I have seen people being stoned before, and it’s not a pleasant way to die. Tears stream down my face as we enter the temple courtyard, and I see a large group of people.

They are all standing around listening as someone speaks. As we approach, the crowd turns, and starts to move back, giving us a path. We reach the front of the crowd where the one they call Jesus is sitting. He stops talking and looks at us.

For several moments, there is complete silence. I am trembling as I stand there awaiting my judgment. I keep my head lowered, facing the ground so he doesn’t see the shame reflecting in my eyes. I begin to hear whispers from the crowd, and my face burns with embarrassment. I try to stop my tears, but it’s futile. The stories of this Jesus have been spreading like wildfire. According to some, He can cast out demons and heal the sick. What will He do to me now?

Two men walk up from behind and force me to my knees. “Teacher, this woman has been caught in the act of adultery. According to the Law of Moses, we are to stone such a woman. Now what do you say?”

I glance up through my tears. Jesus looks at the men for a couple of seconds, and then kneels to the ground. With His finger, He begins to write in the dirt. He says nothing. A murmur trickles through the crowd as He continues to write and ignore the question. I notice that all of the men who came to my house are now holding large rocks.

“Teacher?” the man repeats. “Surely we are to obey the Law of Moses and stone this woman. She has sinned against God. What do you say?”

Jesus writes several more things, and then He stands up. “Let any one of you, who is without sin, throw the first stone.”

The men roughly push me from my knees to a prone position on the ground. I close my eyes and cover my head with both hands. The intense pain of rocks slamming into my body will begin at any moment. It’s often hard to recognize a person after they have been stoned. I wasn’t sure if my mother was still around, but I hoped she wouldn’t remain to watch me die. I am terrified, but I know there must be a consequence of my failure to keep the law. I am a sinner.

I hear the sound of a rock hitting the ground. At first, I assume someone has thrown a stone, and missed. I hear the sound again, and I open my eyes. In utter disbelief, I watch as one by one, the men open their fists and allow the rocks to fall harmlessly to the ground. They slowly turn and walk away. Following their example, the remaining crowd walks away as well. I don’t know what to say or do. Will Jesus stone me Himself? Is that the point of making them all leave? He wants to be the one to punish me?

I rise to my knees and look up. He is staring directly at me. Surprisingly, He is not looking at me with contempt or condemnation. His eyes burn with an expression of love that I have never felt before. What I have done is unforgivable. Am I worthy of this love? How could I have committed such a sin against God, and this man is looking at me with love? Why isn’t He picking up the rocks and stoning me like I deserve?

He smiles and offers His hand. He helps me to my feet. “Where are they? Is there no one left to condemn you?” He asks.

I fight back the sobs that threaten to overtake my entire being. I shake my head. “No one is left, Sir.”

“Then neither do I condemn you. Go, and sin no more.”