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The outrage on the judge\u2019s face multiplied, and he spit his next words. The penalty for her sin is death. You cannot waltz in here and demand that justice not be served. The man beside me took a long breath, and in a sad voice said, I know. My heart sank, and I covered my face in my sin-stained hands. That\u2019s why I will take her place. \u201cWhat?\u201d I thought. What? The judge echoed my own thoughts. Execute me instead, the man said. His face was pained, but his words were sure. The judge thought it over for a moment, then the cruel smile returned to his face. Very well. He lifted his hand to call in the guards. \u201cNo,\u201d I thought. I spun in my seat and grabbed the man\u2019s hand at the same moment the guards took hold of his arms. His warm hand squeezed my fingers, and then he was yanked away from me. No! I jumped after him, but a guard shoved me down. I hit the ground, and the air was knocked from my lungs. I heard fabric rip as the guards struggled to push him from the room, and when I looked up, one of the guards had torn the man\u2019s shirt clean off. And then the room was silent again. The man had no Mark None. No concealed sin. His skin was flawless, unblemished. This man was completely innocent. He didn\u2019t fight them as they dragged him from the room. I could hear his grunts as they beat him on the other side of the doors. Immediate execution had been my sentence, and that was now this man\u2019s fate. I sat in the courtroom. I couldn\u2019t move as the guards carried out his sentence. I knew when it was finished, because the sky outside the courtroom window darkened and a chill filled the room. A groan passed through the earth, and it began to rain. Days later, I walked home from the market and passed in front of the courthouse where I\u2019d waited to die. I stopped in front of it and looked at the cold, marble pillars. So starkly perfect compared to the sin marks that still clung to my skin. I turned away, but voices stopped me. In the distance I could hear people shouting, their voices growing louder and more frantic. Then, from down the street, a crowd of people sprinted past me. Their faces a mixture of panic, confusion, and fear. What\u2019s happening? I asked one woman who stumbled in front of me. They executed a man a few days ago, she said. And now hehis grave is empty! His body is gone. Stolen, maybe. But everyone is saying he\u2019s well, they\u2019re saying he\u2019s What? What are they saying? Her face paled, but I didn\u2019t miss the thrill in her eyes. He\u2019s risen. A smile spread across my lips. He\u2019s risen. I looked down at my hands, and my tattoos were gone. Emily Tenter Have you experienced the saving power of Jesus, or are you still bearing the stain of your sin? If you\u2019re not sure, who is a trusted Christian in your life you could talk to? (You can also find more information on our \u201cKnow Jesus\u201d page.) If you openly declare that Jesus is Lord and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved. Romans 10:9 (NLT)\n\xa0\nRead Verses:\nColossians 2:13-Colossians 2:15