If the woman caught in adultery, rather than the apostle John, had written about her encounter with Jesus, perhaps it would read like this:
They pushed me forward through the crowd…amid the eager listeners hanging on the teacher’s every word…past the Roman guards, tense, waiting to draw their weapons at the slightest spark of unrest. They thrust me to the ground at His feet. Even with my face in the dirt, I could feel all eyes fall on me. Exposed. Humiliated. And in that moment a nameless, disposable, pawn in the Jewish religious leaders’ grab for power and control, trying to destroy their opposition, Jesus.