My Name Is Rahab...
From a Harlot to a Herald of Faith
Dear Believers,
My name is Rahab, and though my story begins in the shadows of Jericho’s walls, it is woven deeply into the fabric of God’s redemptive history. As I pen this letter, I reflect on the profound transformations that faith can bring and the unsearchable riches of God’s mercy towards those who dare to believe in Him. My journey from a harlot to a herald of faith is a testimony not of my worth but of God's unending grace.
Living in Jericho, I was well-acquainted with the debaucheries and depravities that often colored the lives of those within its imposing fortifications. My house, perched on the city walls, was a place of trade, but not of the kind that one boasts of. Yet, it was this very location that placed me at the crossroads of destiny when Israel approached the land promised to them by God.