Every adulteress has her story.

Okay, this isn’t so much a, “pity the sneaky adulteress woman and her home-wrecking ploys,” but a, “believe it or not, chances are she has a messed up history.”

Pretty much every little girl dreams of someday following the footsteps of their favorite Disney princess, including the adulteress.  Even she dreamed of being a fairytale princess with a dream prince of her own that she’d live happily ever after with.  No little girl says to herself, “Someday, I’m going to ruin someone’s marriage and steal their prince.”  It’s not how we’re wired.

Chances are, somewhere along the line, this unfortunate princess was robbed of her purity or abandoned by her king, that is,  her daddy.  She MAY have once been the victim of an adulteress herself.  Her once innocent and soft heart turns black and hard.  She harbors anger and shame and now her hopeless heart, filled with hate, is leading her.

“The heart is deceitful and wicked, who can know it?”-Jeremiah 17:9

She has lost sight of her once young and hopeful heart.  She has lost her dreams of someday finding a prince.  Her heart tells her, “It’s over, give up. You are worthless now. You’ll never be loved.”  She believes this lie and a root of bitterness festers and grows until she no longer cares for herself and especially no one else.  She is going to get whatever pleasure and satisfaction she can, whatever cheap imitation of love she can feel.  She envies the married woman from a distance and covets her husband closely.

“He must be a prince, he committed his life to a woman.  I want to feel what she feels…”  She is somehow tricked into believing this man who is willing to cheat on his wife is going to be the prince she never got.  And before you know it, she is on the prowl.   She cares not what people say about her.  The whispers don’t affect her anymore.  She acts like an animal, she loses her soul.

If only she knew that she was loved.  That Someone still viewed her as a precious and priceless gem.   That long ago, a Prince walked this earth, knowing someday she would too.  He knows one day she’d lose hope and throw away her crown.  In a desperate yearning and out of passionate love,  He does everything He can to someday buy that crown back.  He fights for her soul like no one ever has before or since.  He does what no man has for her and most probably never will.  He dies for her.

Jesus returned to the Mount of Olives, but early the next morning he was back again at the Temple. A crowd soon gathered, and he sat down and taught them. As he was speaking, the teachers of religious law and the Pharisees brought a woman who had been caught in the act of adultery. They put her in front of the crowd.

“Teacher,” they said to Jesus, “this woman was caught in the act of adultery. The law of Moses says to stone her. What do you say?”

They were trying to trap him into saying something they could use against him, but Jesus stooped down and wrote in the dust with his finger. They kept demanding an answer, so he stood up again and said, “All right, but let the one who has never sinned throw the first stone!” Then he stooped down again and wrote in the dust.

When the accusers heard this, they slipped away one by one, beginning with the oldest, until only Jesus was left in the middle of the crowd with the woman. Then Jesus stood up again and said to the woman, “Where are your accusers? Didn’t even one of them condemn you?”

“No, Lord,” she said.

And Jesus said, “Neither do I. Go and sin no more.”

As the story goes, that woman ended up being Mary Magdalene:  no longer known for being an adulteress, but a woman who loved and followed Jesus.

I don’t what role you’re playing, if you’re the adulteress or the victim of one, but either way, you were and always will be dearly loved.  There lives a Man who died to place that crown on you once again.  May you throw off the rags and put on the gown again.  As Dawn Michele from Fireflight says, run away from the lifestyle you’ve chosen and be able to say, “I’m not what I have done, I’m what I’ve overcome.”

With love,


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