The story of Rahab the prostitute has fascinated Bible students and lay persons for centuries. Her story appears in a mere two chapters in the book of Joshua, and the events are curious right from the start. The book opens with God commissioning Joshua to lead the Israelites after the death of their leader Moses. Yet no sooner do the people come to the edge of the Promised Land than God puts the whole drama on hold to tell us the story of a Canaanite prostitute. This interruption of the conquest story is not an accident, and it gives us our first glimpse into the theological significance of Rahab’s story.
It was a simple sentence, a question that I thought would be welcomed by all. “Please, could you take a photo of us?” I asked the waitress as we all sat at the table enjoying our Sunday meal in an imaginatively furnished restaurant. “Of course,” said the waitress with a smile as she took my phone. However, neither of us appreciated the drama that was about to unfold. It didn’t even cross my mind that there may be someone who would be so strongly against having their picture taken and that it could even cause someone pain.
It can be tempting to excuse ourselves from serving others because of how busy we are, because we don’t think we have much to offer, or because we are in a particularly difficult season of life. But when God tells us that we are to serve others, He doesn’t give us an *if you feel like it by the command. I believe we can always find even small ways to serve others. And quite often, serving others helps us with our own perspectives and mindsets, making way for more purpose and joy in our own lives.
Only I DID recover from an eating disorder. It was a brutal battle that initially led me further from God, not closer. Fear. Shame. Lies of the enemy. All of the above had me believing that I needed to recover before I could restore my relationship with God. But the exact opposite was true. I needed to reconcile with God before I recovered, for His strength and help and hope to recover.
“I have good news, but you’re not going to like it.” My husband spoke these words after running errands early Saturday morning with one objective in mind: to purchase whatever was necessary to squash our ant infestation.