When we’re humbled by God’s mercy

Sheryl H. Boldt Guest Columnist Everyone felt it – especially the woman standing half-dressed before the condemning crowd. Her eyes frantically scanned every angle of the temple court, seeking an escape. Even a passerby could sense the crowd’s impatience and eagerness to carry out “righteous judgment” by stoning the woman caught in adultery. She stood alone – her posture bent in shame, her eyes brimming with tears. She braced herself for the first stone. But then ...