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The_Accused_One
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Country: United States
State: California
Metro: Visalia
Birthday: 8/21/1986
Gender: Male
Interests: Swimming, Fooling Around, Getting Coffee with old friends... Weight Lifting, Getting Phr34ky, Freaking out! The Most Awesome Web Series Ever "RED VS BLUE", Dreaming of the past and what may come, 4x4in', and getting dirty...
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| I CANNOT WAIT TO HAVE KIDS... I have been told that I will be an
awesome daddy someday... but who knows. All I know is I love kids
and I will have even more fun making them lol
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| A great rabbi stands teaching in the marketplace. It happens that a
husband finds proof that morning of his wife’s adultery, and a mob
carries her to the marketplace to stone her to death. (There is a
familiar version of this story, but a friend of mine, a speaker for the
dead, has told me of two other rabbis that faced the same situation.
Those are the ones I'm going to tell you.)
The rabbi walks forward and stands beside the woman. Out of respect for
him the mob forbears, and waits with the stones heavy in their hands.
“Is there anyone here,” he says to them, “who has not desired another
man’s wife, another woman’s husband?”
They murmur and say, "We all know the desire. But, Rabbi, none of us has acted on it.”
The rabbi says, "Then kneel down and give thanks that God made you
strong.” He takes the woman by the hand and leads her out of the
market. Just before he lets her go, he whispers to her, “Tell the lord
magistrate who saved his mistress. Then he’ll know I am his loyal
servant”
So the woman lives, because the community is too corrupt to protect itself from disorder.
Another rabbi, another city. He goes to her and stops the mob, as In
the other story, and says, "Which of you is without sin? Let him cast
the first stone.”
The people are abashed, and they forget their unity of pur pose in the
memory of their own Individual sins. Someday, they think, I may be like
this woman, and I’ll hope for forgiveness and another chance. I should
treat her the way I wish to be treated.
As they open their hands and let the stones fall to the ground,. the
rabbi picks up one of the fallen stones, lifts it high over the woman’s
head, and throws it straight down with all his might. It crushes her
skull and dashes her brains onto the cobblestones.
“Nor am I without sin,” he says to the people. “But if we allow only
perfect people to enforce the law, the law wilt soon be dead, and our
city with it.”
So the woman died because her community was too rigid to endure her deviance.
The famous version of this story is noteworthy because it is so
startlingly rare in our experience. Most communities lurch between
decay and rigor mortis, and when they veer too far, they die. Only one
rabbi dared to expect of us such a perfect balance that we could
preserve the law and still forgive the deviation. So, of course, we
killed him.
You can truely covet only what you will always hunger for...
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