Rahab was a prostitute who lived in the wall Jericho. She literally lived in the margin. She hid Joshua’s spies and helped them escape, thereby helping Joshua to capture Jericho (Joshua 2). For this, she and her family were spared, and she was honored in Israel’s memory. Rahab is even one of only four women named in the genealogy of Jesus in Matthew 1. But Rahab couldn’t have been much of a hero to the citizens of Jericho. After all, she betrayed them to the Israelites.
What could have made Rahab turn against her own people? What can make anyone turn against their own society? Well, Rahab lived in the wall. Rahab was marginalized. She was in the most vulnerable place – in the wall – in her society. Rahab chose to do something for herself – she had no allegiance to her own people. She sold them out to the Israelites, and really, who can blame her?
Whom are we marginalizing in our own society? It seems that we are living in a time of increased political polarization. Donald Trump has been pandering to the fears of white people who are feeling a loss of power. While these are not the truly marginalized, we ignore them at our peril. These are people fighting to keep the status quo. They fear the empowerment of the currently marginalized.
But Trump’s tactics have been to pour gasoline on the fire. He’s been advocating divisiveness and hate, and has recently demonstrated that he’s willing to sell out our own government to foreign powers.
Trump and his supporters have engaged in racist and anti-Muslim rhetoric and actions. He’s mocked the Black Lives Matter movement. Trump and his supporters are actively working to squeeze people into the wall. They’re working to make sure that people remain in the margins.
What will become of us if we continue to push people to the margins? God has shown once before that God did not stand with the people of Jericho. We are becoming Jericho. And the more voice we give to Trump and his fascist supporters, the we will push the marginalized to welcome Joshua’s spies.
Where do you want to be when the walls come down?
That’s my mite. That’s all I’ve got.