Remember Where You Came From

I have been reading the story of the woman caught in adultery which is one of the main themes of the Sunday School Lesson next week. I have been really pondering what Jesus was writing in the sand. Like most folks, I have settled on it being the sins the crowd has committed over their lifetime. The observation that the older ones left first reinforces that opinion.
I know from my own experience that I am less judgmental and demanding the older I get. I remember the times of weakness. I remember the times of fear. I remember the times of misplaced arrogance. Gray hair has given me more empathy and fewer rocks in my hands.