Imagine if the local god squad was tipped off that someone was having an illicit sexual relationship. Suppose that it was one of us and the god squad battered down the door and caught us in the act and dragged us down to the nearest church. Walking down the street they informed everyone that we had been caught and were going to be stoned. What a nightmare!!

We arrive at the church and from the corner of our eye we see people stooping down and picking up paving bricks from the street. Something else grabs our attention. Its a man who has a different look on his face than all the other men. Its a look of pity and compassion plus a look that seems to spill hope into a deep hole of hopelessness.