No Trace

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No Trace
Rahab's Story of Redemption
Inspired by Rahab’s life and the following Bible passages:
Matthew 1:5; Hebrews 11:31; James 2:25; Joshua 2-6; Romans 5:8; Isaiah 1:18
April 2010
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Before I share the following 7 chapters and Epilogue of No Trace, I would like to start with a few disclaimers:

  • Although much of the story was created using the Bible accounts of Rahab, much of the text is also my own wondering of what her life might have been like given those accounts.
  • I have also imagined the story based on what I know to be true for you and me when we turn our hearts to God.
  • Most likely, Rahab was not a redhead. However, she is a redhead in my story, because a self-portrait seemed appropriate due to a recent revelation from Father to me on August 8, 2019. I hope to share this with you next week.
  • This story may take 15 minutes to read.

1
Lost but Drawn

She was barren and abandoned. Her husband no longer had use for her. Her family’s homes were crowded; she would be in the way. The city of Jericho was big and dark and cold. Where would she go?

With little hope or skill, she searched and found work at an inn built into the outside wall of the fortressed city. She could live there if she welcomed the guests and satisfied their needs.

As each day passed, her inner sense of worthlessness and filthiness increased. She no longer heard Rahab when her named was spoken, but Harlot. But why was that so bad? Hadn’t she been made to be used?

She found solace on the roof of the inn where she would escape in the early morning stillness before dawn…still night…still time…still. There she would lose herself in the wonder of countless stars and the Creator who placed each one so carefully. She worshipped His character displayed in the order, light and beauty in the expanse above her.

Song in the night Art

Night after night, she cried out to Him. Surely One so ordered, so beautiful, could release her from this pit. There must be another way, a way out of this steady stream of demeaning, slimy abuse that pounded her closer and closer to insanity, that threatened to suffocate her breaking heart.[1] Deep called to deep[2] in waves of prayer. Surely the One who made heaven and earth cared about her!

Song in the night Art

The City of Jericho was swarming with the news of a Great God Who had miraculously delivered a tribe He called His own. Perhaps this God was the One drawing her, commanding her adoration.

Rahab heard nothing particularly unique or good about the people of this tribe; it’s just that conquering wonders lay in their path, and they seemed protected and strong, always singing, a devoted family.

The City of Jericho had been weak with panic since the news reached them that this tribe was coming nearer to their region.

2
Harvest Hope

Harvest time had settled on the land and from her window, Rahab could see the flax farmers transporting their tied bundles on carts; the stalks would be dried and used for cords and clothing. Could she earn her living differently? Was there another place for her?

At daybreak each day, she began walking to the field of a rich landowner to gather the stalks of flax that had been left behind after the gathering. She had to work quickly for, if the stalks were left too long on the ground, the stems would become too brittle to use.

She carried the stalks in the folds of her apron to her roof where she carefully and methodically ordered them for drying on racks she had constructed from branches and cloth.

Her consistent upward gaze to the order and beauty of the night sky had left its impression in her hidden emotions, and she was eager to make beautiful fabric, string, and cord.

Sometimes at night when she prayed, she would hide under the stalks. It was as if they were protecting her from the big, dark, cold world.

The Feast of Tabernacles Art found in The Feasts of Israel Fulfilled Collection

A few hours each day, Rahab cleaned and sorted the flax. She separated the fibers and created fine thread, thicker cords, and strong rope. She used the dried eggs of the kermes insect to dye the strands brilliant scarlet, crimson, and other varying shades of red. No other dye had been found to be more permanent and vivid; it could not be removed from whatever it touched.

Please see the Hebrew word study of the word crimson from Isaiah 1:18 on the White as Snow card in the Love Collection

3
The Visitors

At just the time her strands were dried and prepared for the market, two men arrived at the door of the inn. They were weary, dirty and hungry, but kind and respectful; they didn’t make the usual requests, but sought a resting place.[3]

A messenger from the city’s king saw the men enter the inn and came ordering the men to be brought outside. But Rahab redirected the king’s men, and they left pursuing the spies through the open gate and on to the road toward the Jordan to the fords.

When she realized the kind men were spies from the Beautiful One’s tribe that had come to investigate the land, she took them to her hiding place under the stalks of flax on the roof.[4]

While they settled down to sleep under the stalks, Rahab warned them, “I know that the Creator of the stars is on your side. We have heard how He dried up the Red Sea before you when you came out of Egypt many years ago and how miracles continue to surround you. All courage has melted from our hearts, because your God, He is the God of heaven and earth, and His beauty and love must reign! Oh, how He must grieve when He looks on our city! Please, I beg you to be kind to me and my family and spare us from destruction.”

The men were grateful and agreed and asked her to tie one of her scarlet cords in her window on the outside wall of the city so they could recognize her room when they returned.[5]

She secured two, thick flax ropes to a large beam on the side wall and let the men down through the window urging them to go to the hills away from the pursuers and to hide there for three days until the pursuers returned. Then she hung a scarlet cord in her window and waited for their return.[6]

4
Glorious Intrusion

News on the streets of Jericho spread of more miracles surrounding this tribe and the intrusion of their spies. The kings of the region had thought they would be safe from an invasion, since they were west of the Jordan River and the tribe was east. The overflowing river of harvest-time would ensure the separation.

But the kings quickly heard that the Jordan River had been prepared as a walkway; it was reported that the water flowing downstream stood still and rose in a huge mass like a heap completely cutting off the flow of water to the Dead Sea. The tribe was easily crossing from the east side of the river opposite Jericho.

Fear rose to delirium. Each person in the tribe had arrived safely to the west side of the river just before the water resumed its full course[7]; they would not be returning.[8]

from the Quiet confidence Art in the Quietness Collection

After an agonizing week of waiting within the walls of Jericho, rumors pierced the air…the tribe was nearer, camping just east of Jericho in a place the tribe called Gilgal.

A messenger brought news to the kings of the region concerning this name, Gilgal. The kings knew this word; it boasted of victory and favor with God, the rolling away in a heap of the rivers of past disgrace, a new beginning, the arrival at a determined, hoped-for destination.[9]

Just the name Gilgal pressed terror further into their bones. So, Jericho was tightly shut in dread – no one left or entered.[10]

5
New Birth

Rahab kept watch longingly, fearfully out her window as the red cord on the outside wall waved a cry for salvation. She pondered the enormity, the coincidence of the path she had chosen in recent months. The skill she had pursued to be freed from her prison had become the tool of her deliverance in a far greater magnitude than she could have imagined. Not only had the twine-making been a joyful diversion from the ugliness around her, but the stalks had hidden the kind men, and the ropes had helped them escape.

And now the brightly colored cord, an intense splash against the bleak stone exterior, would soon be her banner of rescue. Its brilliance left no question of her location in the melancholy atmosphere. The flax stalks had represented the money she needed; but now, no money could deliver her…only this…One.

Her thoughts of this divine orchestration of events gradually diffused her fear into swelling trust. The Creator was her Creator. She had wound the fibers into exquisite threads, but He was the One who had woven the minutes of her hours, had supplied the flax and dye and sent His people to her. He was mindful of her! He did hear her cry! She belonged to Him no matter what her past had been!

This profound inner knowing was joined with a mysterious wind she couldn’t see, but she could feel – brand new! She had been redeemed! Born again! She heard her name—New One, Beloved, Blessed, Forgiven, Hidden, Sealed, Chosen, Beautiful, Holy, Redeemed—Rahab!

Praise filled her tiny room and peace soaked the sunlit walls.

6
Waiting

With her eyes on the horizon each day, Rahab continued to scrutinize the landscape. She noticed a line of movement in the distance growing into an army of marching warriors. The procession surrounded a large box of importance that seemed to guide them. [11] It was time. She secretly called for her family to remain with her, urging them to believe they would be delivered.

For the next six days, the warriors came closer, passing her window once each day. Voluminous ram’s-horn trumpets blew incessantly, pushing intimidation deeper into the city.  However, no sound of voices could be heard, creating an eerie somberness.

At night, it was quiet; Rahab waited and wondered. The stars remained steady as the town became paralyzed.

Her family was pressed in the small space of her room. Her brother paced nervously. The others sat quietly and stiffly downcast anticipating the worst.

Finally, her brother helped her secure more thick ropes to a beam on her floor near the window in hope that they could use them to escape their felt doom.

7
Deliverance
 
 

On the seventh day, Rahab and her family heard the march again, but this time the sound penetrated the dawn. The procession had only passed her window once each day, streaming closer and closer; but, on this seventh day, the movement passed her window seven times.

The sound of the horns became almost unbearable in its steady, droning pursuit. Suddenly, an unusually prolonged blast of a horn was followed by a man’s shout followed by a greater shout of all the warriors, breaking the ominous silence![12]

Rahab heard loud crashes around her with cries of horror. The floor and walls rumbled and roared around her as the marching tribe began to run toward the city. She could see rubble flying and crumbling around her. The walls of the city quaked furiously.

Trembling, she gripped the edge of her window to survey the chaos, looking for the two kind men. She recognized them running in her direction.

Next to the red cord that hung from the outside wall, she threw out the two ropes that had been previously secured to the floor for their secret escape. The two men pulled the ropes away from the wall creating two railings that precariously guided Rahab and her family over the steps of the large, fallen stones.

How were they protected from the flying debris? They were thrust from the collapsing walls and ushered away from the city as if enveloped in a protective cloak of unseen angels.

After they entered the security of Gilgal, Jericho was destroyed with fire.[13]

 

Epilogue

And so, Rahab was folded into the people God called His own. She learned His freeing, life-giving laws. Salmon, a man of great integrity, was attracted to her kind heart, her love of God, and her creative skillful hands. They married and gave birth to a son, Boaz.[14]

Boaz, like his mother Rahab, was ordered, compassionate, and devoted to God. He grew strong and zealous and, like his father, was drawn to a foreign woman of noble character named Ruth.

Just like her mother-in-law Rahab, Ruth also humbled herself to gather the remainder of a harvest in a field... Boaz’ field.[15]

Ruth was from the land of Moab. Her first mother-in-law, Naomi, sojourned there during a famine in her homeland of Bethlehem during the time when judges ruled the land. After Naomi’s husband and two sons died and the famine ended, she returned to her land insisting that her two daughters-in-law stay in Moab to find husbands.

But just like Rahab, Ruth loved Naomi’s God and insisted that she go with her to the land of Judah. There she found her new Redeemer husband, Boaz.[16]

Boaz and Ruth gave birth to Obed, the grandson of Rahab and Naomi.[17]

Obed fathered Jesse who fathered David, the singing shepherd king, in the line of Joseph who fathered Jesus, the Holy Son of God and the Redeemer of all who respond to God’s light.[18]

God heard Rahab’s cry on the roof in Jericho, under the flax stalks under the stars, by sending the kind spies to the inn. He was delighted that she found hope in Him. Her trust was His delight! Her protection of His people proved her trust[19].

She spoke everywhere of God her Redeemer Who looked past her broken sinfulness to her love for Him.

from the Redeemer Art in the Hebrew Names of God Collection

The Lord spoke through Isaiah the prophet about 700 B.C. :

Come now, and let us reason together, though your sins are as scarlet, they will be as white as snow; though they are red like crimson, they will be like wool.

The Hebrew words for crimson and scarlet come from the same Hebrew root word tôlā meaning worm. This word refers to the female kermes insect whose eggs provide a brilliant red pigment known for its high value, rich hue and permanency.

So, what we read in Isaiah 1:18 is:

Though your sins have left a permanent stain just like the dye made from the kermes’ eggs, I will remove every trace of the stain of your sin. I can purify your life in the inward, secret places of your heart if you receive my purifying life.

Rahab could never remove the kermes stain from her cords of flax once it had been applied, but God had removed all trace of her disgrace because she loved and trusted Him!

Generations later, Rahab’s great, great grandson, David, worshipped in the pasture under the nighttime sky. His heart-cry echoed hers as he sang, “He reached down from on high and took hold of me; He pulled me out of deep waters. He rescued me from my powerful enemy because He delighted in me!” [20]

[1] 1 Corinthians 10:13
[2] Psalm 42:7
[3] Joshua 2:1
[4] Joshua 2:2-7
[5] Joshua 2:8-14
[6] Joshua 2:15-21
[7] Joshua 5:1
[8] Isaiah 43:2; Philippian 3:12-14; Psalm 18:19
[9]  The actual meaning of Gilgal is circle for it was at Gilgal that the memorial stones from the center of the dried-up Jordan were placed in a circle to remind the Israelites and their children that the Lord had brought forth their deliverance, had brought them full circle out of bondage. It was the Lord who caused the Red Sea and the Jordan River to part to enable them to walk on dry ground. The land of Gilgal was the first conquered land for the new generation of Israelites. It was a land flowing with milk and honey. The name of the city also means wheel or rolling away as a heap. Joshua 5:9 records, “This day have I rolled away the reproach of Egypt from off you. Wherefore the name of the place is called Gilgal unto this day.” This day, God declared a new name. 
[10] Joshua 6:1
[11] Joshua 6:3-14
[12] Joshua 6:15-17
[13] Joshua 6:22-25
[14] Matthew 1:5
[15] Ruth 2:2-3
[16] Ruth 1; Leviticus 23:22
[17] Ruth 4:13-15
[18] Ruth 4:18-22
[19] James 2:25
[20] 2 Samuel 22:17-18

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Comments 4

Guest - Nina Ruth on Friday, 30 August 2019 18:33

Thank you for sharing this beautiful story! I love your heart! This ministered very deeply! PS I am a redhead too!

Thank you for sharing this beautiful story! I love your heart! This ministered very deeply! PS I am a redhead too! :D
Beth Ann Phifer on Friday, 06 September 2019 11:49

Thank YOU for sharing! I'm blessed that you were blessed! Praise Him for His hesed love!

Thank YOU for sharing! I'm blessed that you were blessed! Praise Him for His hesed love!
Guest - Lois Shade on Wednesday, 04 September 2019 13:25

I love your writings and your art. God has blessed you with a wonderful talent and ministry. May God richly bless and keep you.

I love your writings and your art. God has blessed you with a wonderful talent and ministry. May God richly bless and keep you.
Beth Ann Phifer on Friday, 06 September 2019 11:50

Thank you, Lois, and may Father bless you and cover you with His peace.

Thank you, Lois, and may Father bless you and cover you with His peace.
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