Tabernacle Series #2 - Rahab's House

YOU said not to unite your body with a prostitute,
but here you are,
inhabiting,
colonising,
co-habitating.

YOU said whoever unites with a prostitute becomes one flesh with them,
but here you are,
loving me,
living in me,
squatting among the darkness and filth.

Woe to me!
I am ruined!
For I am a woman of unclean lips,
a hoarder of horrors,
in a house stacked high with filth.

Burn it down,
cleanse with fire,
remove this tent and build another,
more worthy,
5-star,
a suitable dwelling for the king. 

Malachi

Refiner's fire,
my heart's one desire,
is for you to burn me alive,
and melt my skin til it bubbles away.

Launderer's soap,
my heart's one desire,
is to be pummelled by you,
slapped against rocks til my bones break,
ready to do your will.


We listened to words from Malachi on Sunday, and these were my sermon notes, inspired by this song:  I love this song, but it doesn't really capture the horror of the metaphor...