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Rahab's Place - Revisited

So, yesterday I proverbially scratched my balding pate in wonder about the quickly traveling "spy news" from the house of prostitution to the palace, and was given a quick response from my lovely wife, of why that news was lightening quick.

As I thought further on that story my mind wondered, "Why a brothel? Why didn't they go to a regular hotel or some more 'family-like' place?" Didn't they know that they were on a holy mission?

As I showered, and meditated on the question, there came a Holy Spirit whisper. Have you ever had those? I know that you have. You know that they are from the Holy Spirit because they are so revelatory. In a good way of course.

"Those spies HAD to go to Rahab's Place!" I almost cried as I thought about the ramifications of that visit some 3,000 years ago. They didn't know it of course, but if those two spies hadn't stayed at that house of ill repute, the universe would have imploded! Rahab and family would have died in the coming attack! And she had to live.

I was bursting with excitement to divulge my revelation to Dawn as to why they had to stay where they stayed. I quickly toweled myself off and hustled into the kitchen to impart my discovery. "Rahab had to be saved!" I stated with enthusiasm.

Without turning from the sink, where she was washing the breakfast dishes, she said, "Right! She is in the line of Christ."

Wow, talk about shouting over my whisper!

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