Blameless Whore

For the first time, she raised her eyes to look at him.  She only saw his back leaving.  She didn’t even know his name.  But she had seen him before, in the market, with his wife and young children.  Alone, raising herself, and redressing.

No emotion?  I don’t know.  She could not place the feeling.  She had sold her body for years and years now.  She gave it no thought.  Not thinking less of the men that came to her, she advertised and she sought after them.  But each time she thought less of herself.  She thought she had justified the lifestyle.  But the emotionless love she gave away just felt wrong.  She was a nothing, hate was all she had for herself.  Worthless.

Squeezing her cheeks to add color, and straightening her long hair with her fingers, going through the motions, making the merchandise more appealing, her next client would soon be here.  She adjusted the top of her dress, to show her shoulder.  The door began to squeak and open.  She dropped her eyes, careful to never look in their face.  He entered.

Lifeless doll.  Loveless love.  And then hell erupted.  Men bombarded the room.  Men of the church, holy men.  They seized her by the arm, “Filthy whore.”  Her client ran out the door and away.  No attention was paid to him.

“No!  I beg you!  I will do anything!  Please, have mercy on me!”  She begged, knowing that the penalty for her many sins was death.  The man dragging her by the arm turned and spit in her face.

They dragged her into the streets, passed a crowd of people, and dropped her at the feet of a man that must have authority over her life.  She bowed at his feet, respectfully covering her head to show that she was repentant.  She heard the men exchanging words, but in her terror, she did not understand what they were saying.

Then the man of authority, bent beside her and began to write in the sand.  It was the names of her friends, other prostitutes that she knew.  She did not understand what was happening.

“Let the one with no sin cast the first stone.” This was the first thing the man of authority said as he eyed her accusers.  One at a time, they turned away and left.

Did she dare to turn her eyes and glance at the man of authority?  She remained on her hands and knees with her face to the ground.

Then she felt a hand on her back, he brushed her hair away from her eyes and lifted her chin.  He smiled at her, “Mary Magdalene, Your sins have been forgiven.”

And for the very first time in her life, she felt something she had never felt before, loved.

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67 thoughts on “Blameless Whore

  1. Absolutely beautiful—your words, description, observation, leave me speechless—I have so often identified with that very moment—the moment when I am racked with fear, shame, guilt, anguish–as everything about me is exposed and lain bare for all to look upon me, allowing them all to the opportunity of mocking and spitting at my filth and disgust—and then suddenly, there is a deafening quiet, stillness and peace as the One who knows all and sees all–loves me to wholeness —
    Thank you for this beautiful reminder of such a deep and abiding love—
    much love—Julie

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  2. Such an incredible retelling of this timeless story. How many times have we felt these same feelings of worthlessness, guilt and shame? Countless. How many times, when thrown at His feet, by the circumstances, people and accusers of our faith, has He said, “You are forgiven”? It is without measure. I am so thankful for His grace. Thank you for sharing this in “vivid color.” Incredible.

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  3. how many of those guys were guilty of the same crime with her? Mosaic law dictated that BOTH partners should be stoned, not just the woman. Life sucks sometimes, and it REALLY sucks for women. Thank goodness for Christ– or should we just thank Him?

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  4. one more thing… she was FORGIVEN, not blameless- don’t go protestant in this. I am guilty of every crime – “in my thoughts and in my words; in what I have done and what I have failed to do”. There is no hope for me but the intercession of Christ.

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    • you are completely right! honestly, i thought of that with the title….hmmm…should i say redeemed? hmmm…i played with it a little. i do mean she is blameless because she is forgiven. i went for the oxymoron with the title. i do agree with you. thanks for comment 🙂

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  5. Powerfully re-written. Jewish law stated that both parties were supposed to be stoned, yet they only brought the woman. Did they think Jesus didn’t know the law? How did they catch her in the act? Were they waiting their turn? I’ve often wondered. Thank you for making God’s grace, mercy and forgiveness plain to those who may think they are beyond God’s love.

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  6. Very nice post. You are correct that it was not The Magdelena but some unnamed person. The story is not in all translations, but it fits Jesus’ persona perfectly doesn’t it? No condemnation, just razor sharp penetration to the root of the matter.

    As for you personally, for your witness, I will pray for you every day for 33 days at 3pm. You will see a change if you join me in prayer at that time. I will not contact you, but don’t worry about what to pray as you will be told every day. Where two or more are present before the throne of God, Christ will be present.

    May The Lord of Hosts truly be with you and your family.

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  7. I absolutely love everything about Christmas. I’m not against Santa–trick or treating on Halloween–or any of the other “so called worldly things” some Christians are against. I don’t want others to know what I’m against but what I’m for! Negativity will never draw anyone to Christ. However, I wrote a somewhat different perspective in “Don’t let them steal Thanksgiving” (part 1 and part 2) on my blog. I love Christmas but don’t want to skip Thanksgiving! By the way, thanks for the follow! I have explored you site and gave it a thumbs up. As you can tell, I didn’t just read you latest post and hit the ‘follow’ button…I truly did explore first. 🙂

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