Photography by Mercy Susanna

Y E S H U A

Under the argent beam of moonlight, she called out names at the corner of the street. She tried to capture young men with her eyelids. “Come in, let me fill you with the deepest desire you have. Let's drink deep of love. Come let’s enjoy ourselves and spend the night together.” Men walked clinging to their bottles filled half with wine. Watching and waiting, as the dry leaves rustled in the breeze, she saw a man dressed in white, pass by. Jingling earrings hanging down her shoulder, she came towards him with her neck outstretched. She put her hand on her hip, a creep so cunning on the face and rolled her painted eyes, “What’s your name?” He turned and watched her in silence. His eyes filled with compassion, perplexed her. She couldn’t look into his, for longer. A lump formed in her throat, she couldn’t breathe for a while. Her mouth went dry. The lines on her forehead disappeared. Her face calm and still, eyes filled with tears washed her inside out. Quiescent ripples on her lips; with a hushed voice she called him, “Yeshua!” In a flash, she picked up her scarlet robe behind and draped it around, in disguise. Falling on her knees she cried out, “Lord! Lord!! How hast thou looketh into these eyes of a harlot?” He touched her famished soul with His. Conciliation steadied her fickle heart. He saw her profound regret. He said with an intense tenderness, “Woman! Your sins are forgiven. I’m making you a pure bride. Never look back.”




Storytelling
Based on Scripture-Proverbs 7-17,18; John 8:11