A WOMAN FEARS THE LORD

“Rahab, open this door at once! We know they’re in there. Send them out here, or else.”

Rahab stepped down the last two rungs of the ladder. “Jahaz, is that you? What are you so uptight about today?”

POUND, POUND, POUND “Open up. We mean business.”

Rahab slipped a sandal off to use as a door stop. She untied the top string on her gown and pulled the corners to her shoulders. She pulled the door open a little ways and leaned forward. “Do you mean business, or pleasure?”

Jahaz paused, looked down, then made eye contact. “Two men were seen going in here, but nobody saw them come out. They’re Israelite spies coming here to learn all they can about us. Send them out here and nothing will happen to you.”

“Of course they came here. I have rooms to rent. Everybody knows that. I didn’t know where they were from. I told them I don’t rent to foreigners. I’m sure if you chase after them you’ll catch them before they reach the Jordan River.”

Jahaz pushed on the door. It didn’t budge.

Rahab stood straight and whispered. “Perhaps you’d like your wife to know how I’ve been passing my annual inspections so easily.”

Jahaz stepped back and looked at the men. “They’re not here. Let’s go.”

Rahab watched the group exit the town gate before she closed the door and went back on the roof.

She pulled the flax off of the two spies. “We know all about how powerful your God is. How you destroyed the two kingdoms east of the Jordan, and how the Red Sea dried up for all of you to cross, but it swallowed the Egyptian army. We know we don’t stand a chance against you and your God. Now, promise me you’ll protect me and my family because I protected you.”

The men stood and brushed themselves off. “Our lives for your life. If you don’t tell anybody why we’re here, then we’ll protect you when the Lord gives us the land.”

“Come.” Rahab led the men down the ladder. She opened the door under the window and pulled the red rope out. She tossed the loose end out the window. “You can’t stay here tonight. I may have others in need of a room. Hide in the hills for a few days until the men come back home. Then you can safely go back to your people.”

A spy picked the rope up. “Leave this scarlet cord in the window as a symbol that you haven’t told anyone about us. Any member of your family that’s here with you will be protected when we conquer the land. If they step out of this place their blood will be on their head. We’ll let our people know not to harm anybody here.”

Rahab nodded. “Agreed. Now go.”

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Proverbs 1:7 The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom.

That’s something that’s terribly missing in our culture. Even though technology has made it possible for everybody to witness the devastation of a tsunami in Japan, an earthquake in Haiti, and a hurricane in New Orleans; we still don’t accept the force behind these effects is an all-powerful Being who controls everything. Our lives return to normal too quickly, I think. We focus on being entertained again and don’t let the obvious become important.

A healthy fear of God will do wonders to focus one’s attention on what’s important. Just like it did for Rahab. Many translations call her a prostitute. Some suggest the word could be translated an innkeeper. We don’t know if she’d ever been married, there’s no mention of a husband, but, a single woman with rooms to rent would easily get a reputation of ill-repute. Even if it was true it didn’t matter to God.

She knew of the power of the Hebrew’s God. Even though the Red Sea incident occurred about forty years before the visit of the spies to Jericho, the news of it wasn’t diminished in the least on the residents of that city. The annihilation of two kingdoms just east of them only justified her fear of this mighty God. Her decision to protect these men from her own people showed her heart’s desire to get on the good side of this most-powerful of all gods.

I wonder how she decided which of her family members she could trust with the news that would save their lives without them tattling on her to the authorities. We only know she loved them enough to barter their lives in on the deal to protect the spies. We’re left to speculate on how many believed and were saved by following her instructions.

How about you? Do you fear God enough to learn how to avoid His coming judgement? Don’t think that just because it hasn’t happened to you yet that it won’t happen. You have only one life to learn about the one right answer to this predicament. Only one. Jesus Christ is the only source of hope for people to stand before the all-powerful Creator of the universe.

You can decide to dismiss this news as wishful thinking by just another blogger and go along your merry way believing otherwise. That’s entirely up to you. Its my job to tell you how to avoid the judgement to come. You must decide whether to believe and respond. Just as Rahab’s family did. Only those who believed her lived to tell about surviving that battle with the God who was more powerful than their god.

I’m pretty sure Rahab would have loved getting to know her future daughter-in-law. Yeah, we met Rahab’s son a few weeks ago. According to Matthew 1:5 she had a son named Boaz who married a Moabitess named Ruth.

You see, this prostitute is one of the three women mentioned in the genealogy of Jesus.

So, don’t go telling me your past won’t be over-looked by the all-powerful God of the universe when you trust your soul to His Son, Jesus Christ.

I’ll see you later.   Wade

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About Wade Webster

I'm a full-time truck driver who's been called to write. As I grow in my writing I pray you grow in your walk with Christ. My life verse is John 3:30: (it's where John the Baptist is talking to his disciples about Jesus) "Jesus must increase, I must decrease." I hope that comes through in my writing. Look for a new post every weekend. Feel free to offer suggestions for topics you would like to see me cover. For a taste of my lighter side visit my humor blog http://www.laughoutloudloveourlord.com
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