At dawn, Jesus appeared again in the temple court where he was in profound dispute with the Pharisees and mobs in the dusk of the previous day.
They all gathered around him like campers does to a camp fire, he sat down to teach them. “Messiah, teach us”, one of them said in sarcasm. There was a love-hate thing between them. The fake love they wore was obvious to him, their eyes blinked with mockery and vilification.
He was accosted by teachers of the law and Pharisees, they brought a woman, she stood in front of crowd.
“Teacher, this woman was caught in the act of adultery. The law of Moses commanded us to stone such women. What is your say?” they querried him.
He bent down and started writing on the ground, they persisted with the questions.
He looked up, “If any one of you is without sin, let him cast the first stone”, he said with all satisfaction that he had answered their questions.
He was stoned and clubbed, they dragged him around the courtroom. His blood painted the floor of the court hued red. They stoned him with MULTIPLE STONES til his eyes clapped together and he died.
They had planned his lynching in the afterdark, they had predicted his answer. He never knew it was a pitfall; a trap. The woman was never caught in the act of adultery.
In the world today, Christians won’t wear crosses around their necks because the saviour was stoned to death, he wasn’t crucified.
Good Fridays won’t be celebrated nor Easter Sundays.
No Christmas, there would be no Christians.
Some part of the World would still be waiting for the Messaiah.