This they (the Scribes and Pharisees) said, testing Him, that they might have
something of which to accuse Him. But Jesus stooped down and wrote on the ground
with His finger, as though He did not hear. So when they continued asking Him,
he raised Himself up and said to the, “He who is without sin among you, let him
throw a stone at her first.” And again He stooped down and wrote on the
ground. (John 8:6-8 NKJV)
In the text, He almost appears to doodle, scratching something in the dirt “as though He did not hear.” Exactly what He writes is not specified—a word, a phrase, a symbol. We can assume that His words were quickly removed by wind, rain or traffic. Nowhere else in the Bible do we ever see Jesus writing. Why? Surely, words as important as His, needed recording. Surely, Someone as significant as Him, required a biographer.
Christ entrusted His message to the type of life He lived, rather than the amount of words He wrote. Furthermore, He entrusted the record of His life and words to others. And He did not require an advance or demand publishing rights.
How unlike us.
I wonder, in the end, if “getting my book done” or “selling my story” has any eternal significance whatsoever. Will my "breakout novel" withstand the wind, rain and traffic of time? Will I? Sometimes I’ll toil for hours just to string together the right words. So you had better believe, when it sings, I’m saving it to disk. Yet the Son of God did not require a hard drive, or parchment. Just dirt.
Isn’t that what we’re made of? Dirt? God formed Adam and Eve out of the dust of the earth. “He stooped down and wrote on the ground.”
Maybe what I write is not as important as on whom I write it.