 God gave God self a body. That body's no good, you've got to punish it, said the accuser. Destroy it so your father can save you. Instead, God and God's body touched a lever all others avoided, made himself the target of stones aimed at a shamed woman, returned to life with the scars intact. What if, instead of destroying my body to meet someone else's standards, I risk the good body I've been given to heal others?