Yet, I Will Rejoice
Book One: Rahab
by John Revell

Chapter 1

My Story

I knew the instant they walked through the door— they were different. The two men were not common merchants stopping at my inn for lodging—and whatever pleasures they might hope to find. Oh, they were dressed like the traders who visited Jericho en route to market their goods, but their faces were different—their eyes weren’t marked by the lust and greed I had come to expect from travelers. No, they were different.

Forgive me. I’ve gotten ahead of myself. My name is Rahab. You may remember me by my biblical designation as “prostitute.” I ran the inn on the south wall of Jericho. I must confess that I’m embarrassed to admit my profession to you, but in the culture of Canaan it wasn’t a despised or shameful profession. Innkeepers were not wealthy, and the extra income from prostitution helped provide food for my parents, brothers, and sisters. But that very lifestyle may have made me even more sensitive to the difference I saw in those two when they walked through the door. Perhaps you would understand better if I told you some of my story.

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