That was me. Standing in the circle around the adulterous woman, that was me. I may not have been holding stones, but I sure wasn’t bothered by the scene – after all, did she not get herself into this? I think I’ll just watch and see how this thing plays out. But then He wrote my name in the sand. Just recently have I been able to make out the letters, but it’s my name alright. Is there mercy for the Pharisee? I sure hope so because my heart is starting to change to the tune of Lord, have mercy on me! Have mercy on me for not having mercy. Give me the grace, O Lord, to say to her… “neither do I,” “neither do I.”