The Oldest Profession
A long time ago, somewhere in the Middle East, a certain man obtained the services of a veiled prostitute. He promised her a young goat as payment for her services. She required his ring, his bracelet and staff as security to guarantee payment; he complied. Afterwards they went their separate ways and later he sent his friend, Hiram, with a young goat to retrieve his staff, ring and bracelet. The prostitute could not be found.Three months later the same man learned that the widow of his long-dead son was pregnant. He sent for her to be burned as a whore.
When she appeared before him, she produced a ring, a bracelet and a staff. She claimed it to belong to the father of her unborn child. The man recognized it publicly as his property, apologized to her and sent her home; she went on to bear twin sons.
No, this is not fiction. It really happened. The name of the woman was Tamar. The man was Judah, fourth son of Jacob, second son of Isaac, second son of son of Abraham. This story is described with explicit detail in the oldest history book on record.
So if there was any doubt about the oldest profession, it been around with us for more than 3500 years.
Comments (61)
Any news a little more recent Cat.
Anyway, I learned something today.
let's forget about the spiritual side of it for now. As a work of history it is the oldest of it's kind and there is nothing else written at the time to contradict it. It tells us a lot of the people of the time. And most historical facts in there had been confirmed by other sources. The pharaohs had been identified and the walls of Jericho did fall.
I learned about the story from the bible Ekself.
It is a simple matter of supply and demand. That is the baseline of economics through all ages.
Ek het gewonder wat ek met my hans boklam moet doen.
The thing about goats is that they bleat. And I am a very discrete person.
what an idea. It should be a marketable item too. A homing goat; like a homing pigeon. Always coming home. Could be a reliable replacement for snailmail.
Now that is true. I don't know about Del, but I certainly won't give my business card to one of them.
Years ago there was an 'agency' across the road from my daughter's flat in Pretoria. They stuck all the bad cheques in the window. It actually reached the newspapers
I suppose that for lack of better currency.
Such a pity bartering is no longer popular.
Yikes, I better be careful where I practice my shoplifting skills. I could be embarrassing.
How is that?
I know Joseph was a racing driver for he came 4th in his Triumph. So Formula racing had been around then too.
The pies are ok, but the fur burgers are better. You must try them sometime. But it is restricted to one per customer per day.
That becomes technical. I have enough trouble with the Boerewors ads on SABC1.
Can I interest you in a 3 month old billy goat?
Are your tigers scared of my little billy goat?
Right you are again. I was actually referring to female professions.
Have it your way. But don't afterwards say that I did not warn you. He fights like a buck; a springbuck. His name is Bakkies Botha.
I think you must bring them. I'll tell my billy goat to skin them before killing them. They will make beautiful rugs for my study. I'll have their heads mounted on my outside walls to keep the stray cats away.
I hope my dogs don't run away too.
You just want to fight with me today!
Eishhh, there I lose out again.