The Dreamer, John, and Jesus

A woman dreamed a dream in which she lived during Jesus’ day.  On one specific day:  The one when Jesus defended a woman caught in the act of adultery.  Standing next to the dreamer was John, the follower Jesus loved. 

Fascinated, and some what afraid, the woman watched as the adulteress was accused.  These accusers seemed completely prepared to kill this woman with rocks!  To throw rocks at her as hard as they could until she lay dead!  Reading about it is one thing.  But to feel death in the atmosphere is quite another.

They questioned the Lord.  The dreamer looked at the silent Savior.  His face didn’t look like he imagined it would.  Not like he’d seen in pictures or in movies.  So much so that she hesitated to believe it was Jesus.  He was shorter than she imagined, maybe just a little taller than the dreamer!  His face and nose were broader, and his hair much shorter than expected.  He didn’t look…American...European…Asian…African!  He looked “Middle Eastern!”  His skin, eyes, and demeanor was unlike anything in his modern portrayals.

There wasn’t anything about him physically that was appealing or unappealing.  Other than his strikingly Jewish features, he looked rather ordinary. 

Though there was no halo or glow, there was a way about him that the dreamer couldn’t put her finger on.  A “holiness,” but not like “holy people” try to act!  Key word:  Act.  This wasn’t an act.  It wasn’t kooky or spooky or crazy.  It was real.  He seemed to belong to someone other than himself.  He acted as though he wasn’t a part of this world.  Yet at the same time he made this world seem more itself.  (It’s hard to explain.)  Earth seemed earthier.  Manhood seemed manlier.  He seemed like a real man. The first and last real man the dreamer had ever seen. 

The real man, the God man, put his finger in the sand and wrote something

The dreamer remembered hearing sermons about what Jesus wrote.  The law….the sins of the accusers…and other interesting speculations.

She always wanted to know what Jesus wrote, and why John wrote this incident in the gospels.

Then she was gone from this scene, and in a room with a much older man.  But she knew it was the same man…John the beloved.  She also knew intuitively that john was about to write this very scene…the scene with the woman caught in adultery.  Just then, John stopped and looked directly at the dreamer.

“What do you want to ask?” John said.  He spoke in very thickly accented English, almost hard to understand.  It’s like in the dream John spoke Aramaic, but the woman heard his words in English. 

“What did Jesus write in the sand?” asked the dreamer.

“I don’t know.”  Replied john, and went back to writing.

The dreamer woke up, and laughed!