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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Illustrate the meaning of "Every Dark Cloud has a Silver Lining" (without using the actual phrase or literal example). (02/28/08)

TITLE: Prostitute Provisions
By Joanney Uthe
03/05/08


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I was young when my parents gave me to the temple, forced to choose between child sacrifice and prostitution. There were days I wished they’d chosen differently. I hated my job from the very beginning, but it was part of our religion. We didn’t know the true God like your people do. Men worshipped our gods by using prostitutes like me.

Men can feel very vulnerable and need someone they can share feelings with. Listening to their fears and worries was part of the job. Often I only pretended to listen. But then they started telling stories about a strange people who didn’t have a land of their own. Of course, we all believed that a people without a land must have a very small, weak god. But oh... the stories that these men told disputed that belief.

I began listening intently to their stories, increasingly interested in these people who had been wandering in the desert since before I was born. People without a land who had defeated the mightiest kings of the Amorites. Our city was undefeated in battle, yet the stories of these people made even our bravest soldiers tremble.

We heard rumor that these people believed their God was going to give them a land – ours. Everyone became frightened. People became suspicious of all strangers. Yet the more I heard, the more I wanted to know about these people’s God. Could their God, who wanted to give them our land, hear me even if they were not yet here? I began praying to this unknown God.

As discontentment with my job increased, so did my desire to learn more about these strange, feared people. I no longer believed in the teachings of the temple that employed me. I couldn’t explain it, but somehow I knew that the gods of my people weren’t real gods. Everything about these gods was wrong, especially the prostitution. But what could I do? I continued to pray to the God of the desert wanderers.

One day two Israelite spies came to my door. Fear within the city dictated that I refuse to open the door, except that I was a temple prostitute. If they wanted to worship our gods, I must oblige. I wanted to turn them away, but a voice told me to let them in, to take care of them, even to hide them from the authorities. I turned to see who had spoken. No one was there.

My heart was pounding almost as loud as their knock. When I summoned up the courage to open it, I noticed a man following them at a distance, watching where they went. I knew the man, a temple regular, would report these men to the city officials. I had to act quickly to protect them. After feeding them, I led them to the roof of my house. The musty smell permeated my nostrils as I covered them with drying flax. I prayed to their God that they would not sneeze if anyone came searching.

I brushed the dust off myself when another knock came to my door. I’m sure the neighbors thought that these calls were related to my temple work, that the gods would be pleased. But I only wanted to please one God – the God of the Israelites. I had concluded that it was His voice I heard directing me in what I should do. The voice telling me not to worry about what to say to the soldiers at my door and that I would be calm during the conversation.

When the soldiers asked about the Israelite spies, my calm words surprised even myself. “Yes, the men came to me, but I did not know where they had come from. At dusk, when it was time to close the city gate, the men left. I don’t know which way they went. Go after them quickly. You may catch up with them.*” It worked. The soldiers left the city looking for the spies. Before the men turned in for the night, I had them promise that when they attacked Jericho, they would spare me and my family.

You see, Obed, God used my job as a prostitute to prepare me to be open to Him and His people so that He could use me in giving them this land. This is how I met your grandfather. Your mother, Ruth, was not originally an Israelite, either. I believe you know the story of how she met your father, Boaz.


Story based on Joshua 2
*Joshua 2:4-5


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Seema Bagai 03/07/08
A good retelling of this Biblical story.
Shirley McClay 03/07/08
Very nice! Lots of great detail!
Verna Cole Mitchell 03/08/08
This was an excellent retelling of Rahab's story. The descriptions made her life very real.
Henry Clemmons03/11/08
You told a wonderful story, but it could have been more sensory in my humble opine. That said, the message rocked.
Betty Castleberry03/11/08
I could picture Rahab at the door. You did a good job with this.
LauraLee Shaw03/12/08
I like your MC's voice. The combination of short and long sentences made the dialogue seem very realistic.
Chely Roach03/12/08
I love Bible retellings...this was a great perspective.
Sara Harricharan 03/12/08
Oooh, this is definitely from a different POV, I really liked seeing things through her eyes, it was so different! I would've liked a few more descriptions, like when you talked about the flax and hoped that the spies wouldn't sneeze, that's a minor thought that never occurred to me. I always assumed if they knew they're life was on the line, they'd barely be able to breathe. lol. This was good, I hope you expand it more someday. ^_^
Debbie Wistrom03/12/08
There is so much hope in Rahab's story, thanks for adding some new perspective. This is a masterful entry, much research and thought must have gone into this.
Jan Ackerson 03/12/08
Very unique and refreshing POV.

The last paragraph fizzled a bit for me, and a reader who doesn't know the story of Ruth would be left scratching their head.

You made Rahab seem very real and vulnerable--nicely done.
Joanne Sher 03/12/08
I like how you tied this to the story of Ruth, though a bit more detail in that area (as Jan mentioned) would make it clearer for those who don't quite know the connection. You did a great job of characterization for Rahab.
Patty Wysong03/12/08
I love seeing this through Rahab's eyes. Word count is limiting, but if you were thin out from the beginning, you could build on the spies coming and add more description. (Just my thoughts--LoL) Rahab's POV was a great attention grabber!
Sherry Castelluccio 03/12/08
I love the way you made me a part of Rahab's story. For the first time, I've seen her side of it. Well done, I'm impressed.
Joshua Janoski03/12/08
I love seeing small Bible stories expanded and unique perspectives given to them. I could actually picture this as being a true account of Rahab's life. You did an awesome job with this.

I do agree that the very end might not make sense to someone who has never read the story. However, if they haven't read the story before, then they probably wouldn't get the full effect of your story anyways.

Thank you for sharing.
Sara Harricharan 03/13/08
***Congrats on your highly commended, Joanney!***
Joanne Sher 03/13/08
Congrats to my (almost) name twin LOL - Highly commended is awesome, and I am tickled that some more Biblical history is being recognized :) Congrats!
Pam Carlson-Hetland03/17/08
Loved the title, Joanney. This was such a good story, well told. It took me a while to figure out who it was, but you did a great job. Congrats on your "highly commended" placement.
Edy T Johnson 03/20/08
I'm late commenting, but you were so kind to leave a comment on my "Good News Alphabet," I just had to check up on one of your recent entries.

Your great opening snared my curiosity. I didn't catch on it was Rahab until I'd read several paragraphs and was hooked to read the rest. (I'm not usually a fan of "fictionalized" Bible stories, but this is so well done it is exceptional.)

Congratulations on winning the judges' notice, too. Well deserved!