The Harlot and the Scarlet Rope-another angle at Rahab

She was dressed for the evening. Her house on the wall was a hotspot for travelers who wished to procure her services. Painted lips, drawn brows, dimpled cheeks, dimmed light, a glass of wine and some perfume. The perfect magnet, the perfect recipe no man could resist. She  was into the oldest profession known to … Continue reading The Harlot and the Scarlet Rope-another angle at Rahab