top of page

The greatest rescue of all

When I'm asked to choose between the devoted daughter-in-law and the harlot, I'll pick the harlot every time (because it's the real parts of the Christmas story that draw me in).

The one-time prostitute will one day be the mother-in-law of the devoted.

The seemingly unreal becomes the real in God's story...every time.

Salmon's wife would birth a son who would see people, care for people, and would choose to love his neighbor.

Where did he learn to treat people this way?

Perhaps it was at his mother's knee.

She had protected the spies, sent the kings men away, dropped a scarlet cord from her window, all the while just waiting to protect her family (the ones in the room, and the ones who would come from her womb).

There was no Salmon or Boaz, no Obed, Jesse or David, no kings and no Savior...yet.

But there was courage, vision, hope, and the one day name in a hall of faith that might not seem to fit among the faith fathers...Rahab the harlot.

Like Hagar in the wilderness, this one-time sex slave could say to the heavens: You are the God who sees!

Because He does, you know.

He sees you, He sees your right-now-mistakes, and He sees your redemption cord hanging in the window.

He sees your suitcase packed and ready for the expected rescue, and your hope-filled heart anticipating the greatest love of your life to come and sweep you away.

But you know what else THE Kinsman Redeemer saw that day in Rahab's window?

He saw the Seed He promised to Abraham moving through her line-the One we call Messiah today-who would make a stop along the way and invite a harlot to join in the ultimate rescue for the whole world.

He really is the God who sees...the devoted, the harlot, and the expectant.

Salmon was the father of Boaz by Rahab, Boaz was the father of Obed by Ruth, and Obed the father of Jesse, Jesse was the father of David the king. (Matthew 1:5-6)

Comments


You Might Also Like:
Lee 073
Untitled
Poemoceah 311
DSC01259_1
Lee 125
055_55
DSC01398_1_edited
060_60
About Me

I am a learner.  I have an insatiable desire to learn, so I read a ridiculous amount of books.  And, because I love to read, I process my thoughts through journal-writing. 

I guess this would also make me a writer.  

I think that a writer puts their time into something they want to read again, and hopefully invite someone else to read as well.  The words mean something to them, and they want those words to mean something to others, too.

I believe that readers and writers are also pretty good story-tellers, and there is nothing I love more than a good story.

Stories tell us the things we need to know, and not just the facts we seem to think define us.  I am more interested in someone who drives a 95 Astro van than someone who drives a new car with a personalized license plate, because I know there's a story behind it (and I love that I am married to the one who drives the van).

So I wrote a book called Tell Me a Story.  In it, you will find stories of people that most don't sit and listen to; maybe because they've never traveled out of the country in order to hear them.  Or maybe they've never really thought about the importance of just listening. 

I didn't listen because I thought I was special; I listened because I believed they were. 

I've taught high school Bible for more than 20 years, written curriculum for all of my classes, led mission trips around the world, taken lots of pictures, made lots of journal entries, and prayed every single day for the people whose faces appear in my heart.  Each blog post will take you to a story; some will be from my memory, some from my journal posts, some from people I'm around every day, and others will be from the best Story-teller I know, Who wrote a book long before I did.   His story keeps writing new stories in mine.  I hope someday to get mine published so that others will be encouraged to read more of His.

 

Join my mailing list

Search by Tags

© 2023 by Going Places. Proudly created with Wix.com

bottom of page