TITLE: Tearing Down the Wall Midpoint; 09/17/2019
By Will Marler
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"How do you see me? A queen, a princess?" Rahab stepped back in a pirouette, giving him a full view. "Many have told me the same. But alas, I'm only a harlot, here for your enjoyment."
"Again, I don't see it."
"What do you see then?"
"Perhaps a woman who is looking for something more from her life. A purpose. Are you happy with your present situation?"
Rahab's shoulders went limp. She stepped back away from him. "It seems you have me at a disadvantage, sir. You tell me things that may be true about myself. Are you completely honest about who you are?"
The young man tilted his head. He looked at her, but not with desire, but concern. It was as if he were looking inside her, seeing things about her she didn't know about herself. But he looked torn as if he wanted to tell her something important but not sure if he should. Finally, his posture slackened, his eyes brightened, and he smiled. "What would you like to know?"
Rahab's heart leaped with his authenticity. She felt goosebumps rise on her arms. The glow she felt during her last talk with Meru glimmered in her again. She began to feel a connection, a bond forming between them. She questioned her emotions. What force was at work, making her feel the way she did?
"Are you a Hebrew?" she asked. "Do you come to infiltrate Jericho before Israel attacks?
"I am a Hebrew, a son of Abraham who the God Yahweh promised this land. I am here to learn the mood of your people."
"You admit it? Do you know our king impales spies outside the wall of the city? Is this the fate you seek?"
"Of course not. I want to please Yahweh, and for some reason, he wants me to speak to you. To offer you a way out."
His calm caused her stomach to flutter. Her mind raced. She sought answers to a multitude of questions she had about this man. She had never met anyone like him and never felt like this before. "Moses is dead, Israel has no leader. How can you expect to win?"
"Yahweh uses different people for different tasks. Moses finished his purpose and is now at rest. It's time for another to lead us, one better suited for the conquest of your land. But more important, Yahweh wants to save you."
Save her. These words began to recur in her mind. Save her from what? She went to a chair and sat down. Her chin began to tremble. A sharp sensation pressed against her chest. She thought it was from Israel that she needed protection. From this God Yahweh, who wanted her punished, wanted her dead. She must resist this man and save her family from his people.
"I have summoned my brother," she stuttered.
"He is a minister to the king. You will be arrested and tortured if you don't tell me what I want to know." Rahab surprised herself. She had what she needed for her brother and the king. Why does she not turn them in now? "Who is the God of Israel. How is he different from Molek and Ra?
"Yahweh is not an idol or a trinket, Rahab. He is the Creator of all things. The Lord led my people from Egypt across the Red Sea, through the wilderness to the bank of the Jordan, not fifteen miles from here. He has done many wonders, feeding us with bread from the heavens, leading us with a cloud by day and fire by night. He has shown his anger at times when we dishonor him, but his love for us is undeniable."
"Love? What God shows love by destroying populations. If he loves so much, why would he destroy my family and me?"
"Today, your fate is such. You are destined to die in the destruction of Jericho. But if you trust Yahweh and help us escape, He will spare you, and you will have a place with His people if you choose."
"Yes, you have my word, and I swear this oath with my life."
"But I am but a whore, a harlot. I am a criminal to your people."
"If you help us, not anymore."
"What does that mean, not anymore? Not anymore, a prostitute, not anymore, an outcast? How can my life change like this?" Rahab realized she was crying. She didn't understand what was happening other than she knew she had to make a choice. Did she want to remain a prostitute who worked for the king? The same king that stole her family estate and employed the man who took her innocence. "I think you simplify things. I have been a prostitute for too long."
"You're not a prostitute. I can see that. Yahweh wants to save you from your life and give you the desires of your heart."
Suddenly, that warm feeling spread throughout her body, extending from her belly and coursing through her arms and legs. Now there was clarity, and she was falling in love.
"But what of my family? My sisters? My brothers?"
"If you help us escape, you can help save them all."
Now she felt connected to this young Hebrew, willing to follow his instruction without knowing what to expect. She stood and walked to the doorway, thinking about what she must do. She turned and moved toward the Hebrew, grabbed his hand to lead him away, "Come with me; we don't have much time."
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