I know that the Lord hath given you the land, and that your terror is fallen upon us.... The Lord, your God he is God in heaven above, and in earth beneath (Joshua 2:9-11).
She was a Harlot; a term that defined her, and after each man she felt less human. But the three men she met that night, at the seedy truck stop, were different; they had no desire to use her. They were clean and steadfast in honesty. No matter how dismal one behaves, she could still sense true good. She heard it with her ears and smelled it with her nose, and her youthful smile reappeared through all her pain. They asked her for a favor, not lust, but instead faith in change. She never had cut a deal in her life that wasn't instantly profitable. The harlot didn't hesitate; risking everything the street had taught her, she turned towards hope. The reward; a legacy of love. She lowered the scarlet blinds in her trailer and never sold her body again. She faced the worst hatred in the world, the hatred from choosing good. She inspired many to believe; she became a hero.