Harlots 20/21.4.20
Harlots
Loose women
Ladies of the night
Oh the distaste in our tone
And the scorn in our eyes.
Ladies gainfully employed
In the oldest profession
Definitely not noble
And of no reputation.
Selling their favours for a fee
Taking advantage of men and their needs.
Dressing seductively
With ' come hither' looks
Using every trick
In the books
And then maybe some more..
Many a young man
been led astray
Many a marriage
has given way..
Their charms too irresistible
The lure of the flesh,
Courtesans, hookers
call them what you may.
But in the days of yore
There was a special whore
Who stands out from the rest
By her many were blessed,
Rahab was her name
Her family was saved
Because she believed.
Her home strategically placed
She could also lie straight faced.
Story of the Red Sea
turned into dry land
Amazing feats
Our God's mighty hand.
Rahab took a decision
That had implications for
Many generations.
She made a pact
With the spies
Hid them under the flax
As it dried.
A red cord in the window
The designated sign
For Rahab the bold
'Woman of the night'.
Rahab' s faith
Ensured that
She and her family were saved.
Endured the fall
of Jericho's great wall
And that's not all
Her name's right there on the rolls
In the genealogy of Jesus.
Surely must be a joke
Saviour of our souls
Associating with a ....
But He specialised
In seeking the lost
Never fearful of ruffling feathers
Overthrowing protocols
The more the better.
The sinful woman who entered uninvited
Came to Jesus and anointed
His feet with her tears
Wiped them with her hair.
If that wasn't scandal already
Alabaster jar emptied
Expensive scent rare
Sweet rich perfume filled the air.
But only she perceived
The redolence of forgiveness so sweet.
Can you imagine the scene
in the home of Simon the Pharisee?
The men all agog
And who knows, some blushing?
While the women shocked
Craning and jostling;
Maybe some in awe,
Of the pure love
And acceptance they saw enacted.
Jesus could see
Beyond the made up eyes and cheeks
An oftloved but abused body..
The soul starving for worth and dignity..
Not a momentary burst of passion
Ecstasy in exchange for mammon.
But a desire to be loved
Unconditionally
And to know that
She was treasured eternally.
He looked deep
into her soul
In a moment
He restored.
The years of sin and shame
The burden of guilt and pain
All laid down at the Master's
Tear washed feet
All given to Him
Amidst the fragrance so sweet.
We may not know
Any such ladies by name
But they exist
In the byways and lanes
Earning their bread.
Victims of poverty
Bereft of security
So let's pray for them.
Think of ways we can reach
Show them the Gospel of love
Not preach..
Precious women all,
Children of an Awesome God.
Lisa Choudhrie
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