By Sue Cass
It’s 1864 and the stage coach has just rolled down the dusty street. The horses whinny as the driver on top pulls on the reins and yells “whoooo.”
The curtain covered door opens and a lady dressed in fine silk and a large hat with a peacock feather swishing in the wind, steps down onto the dusty street. Her bags are lowered from on top of the stage coach and she smiles and thanks the driver.
Stepping out from the saloon doors is a unsavory-looking dude. He smirks and saunders over to the lady, “Here, let me get your bags,” he offers.
Hours later, as raucous laughter fills the room, the lady is passed from hands to hands and laps to laps of the men. The lady has been their entertainment.
The unsavory-looking dude watches with glee for a while but then decides it’s time to claim his prize. He drags the lady out the saloon doors and has gripped her arm tightly. She’s struggling but cannot break his hold.
A door opens and a Man steps out. He stands watching for a moment as the unsavory dude pushes, yells, and finally slaps the lady. “You’re mine!” He states and starts to drag the lady down the dusty street toward the hotel.
The Man steps out into the street and faces the unsavory dude. “Let her go.” He states. The unsavory dude is shocked to see the Man but refuses to let her go.
There’s a stand-off in the street. The Man against the unsavory dude. The unsavory dude hisses, spits, and yells insanely. The Man stands, legs spread and His hand posed at His side.
The unsavory dude takes his stance and glares at the Man.
The sidewalk has filled with people lining the street. An ugly fight is expected. “Get him, dude” someone yells. Women stand behind the men peaking around them.
“Loose her!” The Man demands. His Authority fills the air.
The unsavory dude suddenly drops his hold on the lady and turns and runs down the street leaving the town behind him.
The lady runs to the Man and is thanking Him profusely.
The Man looks at her with love in His eyes and gently states, “Go and sin no more.”
The disappointed crowd disperses.
(Sue’s version) John 8:11
Republished with permission Sue’s Pen2PaperBlog
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Having completed my college years I made my career as a flight attendant for a major airline. Many years later I retired. Georgia is my home since 1968.
I met, married, and buried my husband here. Very soon after my husband went to be with the Lord, “God rattled my cage” and I became a follower of Christ.
I have devoted my life to Him. He has done much within me, for me, and through me.
In other words, He transformed my life.
I am an abuse survivor. I am the founder & C.E.O. of Elah Ministries, Inc. A non-profit 501c3 ministry that offers hope, healing, and deliverance to hurting souls. I have ministered to both men and women survivors of childhood sexual abuse and have seen the grace of God work mightily in both individual lives and through the support groups I have led.
Along the way by God’s grace I became an author. I do speaking engagements, book signings, prayer ministry, and whatever the Lord calls me to do.
There are times I need to “run away” and my favorite place for relaxation is a beach with ocean waves rolling in, the sun, sea air,
seagulls swooping down for the potato chips I offer, my swimming suit filled with sand, and a good book. It calms my soul.