Jesus The Grand Son Of A Prostitute* Poem by Preston Mwiinga

I call him my Lord and yet his roots were not clean.

I worship him today and yes his grandmother was a prostitute.
He tells me to be faithlful and yet his grandmother was a harlot well known to have laid with many people, broke many marriages and yet still she is still my Saviours grandmother.

I am not ashamed to him my God.
I am not ashamed to talk about Rahab the harlot
I am comforted that the first shall be the last and the last shall be the first. She heard the the message about the God of isreal and decided to follow the true God.

Rahab indulged in venal wantonness as traveling merchants came her way and were housed in her illfamed abode.

It was in her small cortage where she hid the spies sent by Joshua against her own life because she had just become a traitor of her own land.

Before letting them go she requested them to spare her family when destruction of Jericho comes.

In her small cortage of prostitute ti on she shameless gathered her family and kept them safe even as that great city was being brought down.

Even when when everyone was destroyed, Rahab the prostitute and her family were saved.
This reminds me that God loves everyone.

Her geneology rythems in my mind and heart even as I say softly that Salmon the father of Boaz, whose mother was Rahab, Boaz the father of Obed, whose mother was Ruth, Obed the father of Jesse.' Jesse David father
Meaning that she was the grandmother to king David the adulterer but still recorded as a great king because he corrected his mistakes, David the great father of Jesus,

She moved from a harlot to a heroine
With smiles i'm proud to belive in her faith and I call it the faith of our mothers.

her and her name is engraved and embroided among the two geeat women of faith in the bible.
And I call it the faith of our grandmothers. This makes me strong because my Saviour is a grandson of a prostitute.