This weekend’s Gospel presents the story of Jesus’ love for the adulterous woman. Try to picture the scene: somehow this woman had been caught in the very act of committing adultery. She had taken her longing for love, for union, for affirmation and intimacy to the wrong place. Not only is she laden with shame, she’s fearful for her life as she’s brought before Christ by a crowd anxious to kill her by the insanely cruel and torturous method of hurling rocks at her. Christ utters his famous line: “Let the one among you who is without sin be the first to throw a stone at her.” According to his own words, Jesus could have thrown a stone. But he came not to condemn; he came to save (see John 3:17). Saint John then tells us that Jesus “was left alone with the woman.” What was that encounter like? Can we not imagine that in this moment the woman found in the divine Bridegroom the love she had wrongly sought elsewhere? Do you think when Jesus said, “Go, and … do not sin anymore,” that she turned and grumbled, “Who is this man to tell me what I can and cannot do with my body!?” Or do you think, having encountered the love she was truly looking for, she left transformed, renewed, affirmed in the deepest part of her being as a woman? In what areas of our hearts do we, like this woman, need to be alone with Jesus?