September 1, 2025 • 34 mins
# 227 - Naaman the Leper - In this episode of The Chosen People with Yael Eckstein, Naaman the warrior arrives with gold, power, and pride—only to discover that healing cannot be bought, only received through humble obedience. But when Gehazi grasps for gain, the story turns, reminding us that God’s mercy is never for sale—it is a gift that reshapes the heart.
Episode 227 of The Chosen People with Yael Eckstein is inspired by the Book of Joshua.
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Today's opening prayer is inspired by Isaiah 2:11, The haughty eyes of man will be humbled, and the lofty pride of men brought low; and the Lord alone will be exalted in that day.
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Show Notes:
(01:43) Intro with Yael Eckstein
(02:32) Naaman the Leper
(32:20) Reflection with Yael Eckstein
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Speaker 1 (00:00):
Previously on the chosen people.
Speaker 2 (00:04):
You doubt yourself, Master, of course I doubt myself. I've
watched you stand alone against kings and slaughter false prophets.
I've even seen you call down fire and part rivers.
And now you're leaving me to take your place. I
am not you, Master. I have no fire, no boldness,
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no strength. The only thing I know how to do
is pray.
Speaker 3 (00:32):
Then you know enough.
Speaker 4 (00:37):
I told you not to give me false hope. I
told you I didn't ask for a son. I didn't
ask for any of it. I would rather have been
bearing forever than feel this. Why why would God do this?
Why would he give only to take?
Speaker 2 (00:57):
I don't know why God does what he does. I
don't know why he allows grief to take root. What
joh once bloomed, he.
Speaker 1 (01:04):
Prayed, And this time it wasn't desperate, It was trust.
A shudder, a gasp Ace's body convulsed beneath him, and
suddenly he was coughing, breath spilling back into his lungs
like water bursting through a crack dam. His eyes shot open, wide,
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confused alive, Elisha stood back, watching his heart pounding, his
body light. This this was Jahweh's work.
Speaker 3 (01:38):
This was grace.
Speaker 5 (01:45):
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Speaker 3 (02:35):
The roads to Samaria. Had seen kings before. They had
seen caravans, traders, even conquerors, but they had never seen Nayeman.
He rode at the head of his company, his chariot
gleaming in the midday sun. The armor on his chest
polished to an almost mirror like sheene. His face sculp
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did by years of war, bore the look of a
man who had never once been denied what he desired.
Behind him, a column of horses and chariots stretched like
a river of metal and silk, foot soldiers, servants, banners
flapping in the hot wind. Carried with them were the
markers of his wealth and power, silver, gold, fine garments.
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Naaman didn't come to beg He came to purchase his healing.
At the gates of Samaria, the guards scrambled at the sight,
their hands gripping their spears, with the uneasy tention of
men who were suddenly aware of their own insignificance. They
didn't need an introduction. Every soldier in the region knew Naeman,
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Commander of Aram. His name was spoken in the kind
of hushed, wary tones reserved for men whose victories were
written in blood and fire. The palace doors groaned open
before him, and soon he stood before Jooram, King of Israel.
If one could call what Joam did standing, the man
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was already wilting, his fingers twitching at the edges of
his robe, his eyes darting between Naeman and the parchment
in his hands.
Speaker 6 (04:22):
King Joram, by, King of Naeman, have a request from
my lord, the king of a Rum.
Speaker 3 (04:33):
Naeman handed him the scroll. Joram's throat bobbed as he
read it aloud, his voice cracking quick.
Speaker 7 (04:40):
This letter ib Cindy servant, naming to you that you
may cure him of his leprosy.
Speaker 3 (04:49):
A thick, unbearable silence stretched tight over the room, like
the paws before a blade fell. Then fabric tore O
ripped his own robes, his breath coming in sharp, erratic bursts.
The young king flailed dramatically, as if crumbling under the
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weight of some unseen burden.
Speaker 8 (05:12):
Am I God, can I kill and bring back to life?
Hands on him, and for the best of my head?
For this, she told me, I was weak. She told
me I ruined everything.
Speaker 3 (05:30):
His gaze darted between his advisers, searching desperately for someone, anyone,
to tell him this wasn't happening. His fingers clawed at
his hair, his breath shallow, his pupils dilated with fear.
Speaker 6 (05:45):
Arabis looking for an excuse to start a war.
Speaker 8 (05:48):
And they're going to say, I refuse a great commander.
Speaker 3 (05:51):
Then a man exhaled, sharply, shaking his head. He had
seen in battle, seen them fall on their own swords,
seen them scream for mercy, seen them stand unshaken as
they were cut down. But this this was new, a
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king who unraveled at the mere presence of a stronger man, pathetic.
But before he could turn and demand a real solution,
a messenger burst into the chamber, eyes sharp, breath, Steady.
Speaker 9 (06:27):
My lord, The prophet Elijah has sent word. He says,
why have you torn your robes? Send the man to
me and he will know. There is a prophet in Israel.
Speaker 3 (06:38):
Nee Man's eyes flickered, his jaw tightening. A prophet. This
was what Israel offered him. No audience with the king,
no summons to their temple, no display of divine power,
just a prophet.
Speaker 6 (06:56):
Yh prophet speaks of dround tearing robes, but he was
not in the room to see it. Interesting sign let
the profit proove of chaff.
Speaker 3 (07:13):
A dust cloud announced Naaman's arrival long before his chariots
rolled up to the modest home perched on the outskirts
of the city. The contrast was almost comical. The finest
military force in the region parked in front of a
house barely large enough to fit a family of goats.
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Naaman stepped down from his chariot, his armor gleaming, his
presence and unspoken demand, and then nothing. No welcome, no
servants scurrying out to greet him, no sign that anyone
inside had even noticed a flicker of irritation crossed Naeman's face.
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Inside the house, Elishah was very much aware of who
had He sat at a rough hewn wooden table, calmly
stirring a bowl of lentils, his gaze fixed lazily on
the ceiling as gehayes I stood near the doorway, watching
the scene unfold.
Speaker 8 (08:14):
Master. If there was ever a time to make an impression,
this is it.
Speaker 3 (08:20):
Elisha didn't look up, just blue on his spoonful of stew.
Speaker 2 (08:25):
Oh, I'm making an impression, Just not the card he's expecting.
Speaker 8 (08:30):
Husha, listen to me. Your father would have handled this differently.
Speaker 3 (08:35):
That made Elisha pause. He set his spoon down, finally
looking at gehayes I.
Speaker 7 (08:41):
Would he now, Yes, it would have known one of
the old men like Naymon. It would have met him
with honor, leverage this moment and made something out of it.
Speaker 3 (08:52):
But you, gahayes I gestured toward the door, exasperated.
Speaker 8 (08:58):
You won't even meet the man.
Speaker 3 (09:00):
Elisha leaned back, arms folding across his chest. He let
the words settle between them, before tilting his head slightly,
a smirk curling at the edges of his lips.
Speaker 2 (09:12):
Naeman is outside, standing like a peacock in full display,
expecting a show. I'd hate to disappoint.
Speaker 3 (09:19):
Him, gehze I sighed, rubbing his forehead.
Speaker 8 (09:23):
This isn't just about him, This is about us. This
man could could fund God's work. He could bring us gold,
land influence.
Speaker 3 (09:34):
Elisha's expression sharpened, the humor flickered away just for a moment.
Speaker 2 (09:40):
I did not leave my father's fields to build another empire.
Speaker 3 (09:44):
Gehese I opened his mouth, then shut it. The words
were there, but the weight of them had nowhere to land.
Elisha sighed, shaking his head.
Speaker 2 (09:55):
Besides, look at Naemin. Do you see how high he's standing.
The man could trip over his own pride. Go send
him my message.
Speaker 3 (10:05):
Gahayze I huffed, frustrated, but said nothing. Elisha pushed his
bowl aside and gestured toward the door. Gahayes I hesitated, then,
with a final glance at his master, he left the
door creaked open. Nay, a man straightened, but the face
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that appeared wasn't the one he was expecting, not Elisha,
just a servant. Gahay's eyes stepped forward, keeping his voice level.
Speaker 7 (10:38):
My master says to you, go wash yourself seven times
in the Jordan, and your flesh will be restored.
Speaker 8 (10:45):
You will be cleansed.
Speaker 3 (10:47):
Silence, Naye. A man blinked. Wait, that was it. He
stared at the servant, waiting for something more, a ceremony,
a prayer, something, But gahees I just stood there waiting
for him to leave. Naeman took a slow step forward,
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his voice dangerously quiet.
Speaker 6 (11:11):
Your master sent a servant to speak to the great nameMan.
Speaker 3 (11:18):
Gaheyese eye said nothing. Naaman's breath hissed through his nose,
nostrils flaring.
Speaker 6 (11:27):
I shot, surely, surely he would come out to meet
me himself. Call and the name of his God waved
his hand over my disease, performed some great art. I mean,
the Jordan are not the rivers of Damascus, upon and
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from par better than all the waters of Israel. Help,
could I not wash in them and be creen?
Speaker 3 (11:55):
Naeman spat on the ground, his heart full of venom,
and then he turned and stormed away. Gahayze I stormed
through the door. The dust from the road, still clinging
to his robe. His face was flushed, his hands clenching
and unclenching at his sides, like a man trying and
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failing to hold his tongue. Elishah sat at the table,
tracing slow circles in the last remnants of his lentil
stew with a piece of bread, waiting then finally.
Speaker 8 (12:31):
Live in my life? Have I been so humiliated?
Speaker 7 (12:34):
A master, Lasia, do you have any idea how angry
Nayman was the man nearly exploded face better than Edamark's
sand and switching for a sword.
Speaker 8 (12:45):
Lady was debating whether he should murder me or the
Jordan river.
Speaker 2 (12:50):
Ah, well, I suppose it could have gone worse. He
could have actually murdered us.
Speaker 3 (12:56):
Gahayze I exhaled, sharply, pacing, now rubbing a hand over
his face.
Speaker 8 (13:02):
Master pleased, be serious.
Speaker 7 (13:04):
Yes, this was naming the great, naming the man who
could crash us.
Speaker 8 (13:11):
If he wanted to.
Speaker 7 (13:12):
And you sit him away with a servant and the
command to go bathe like a peasant.
Speaker 2 (13:18):
I don't know, Ghazi, it sounds like you're describing a
man in need of a good scrubbing.
Speaker 8 (13:23):
You could have at least met him. That's what your
father would have done.
Speaker 7 (13:26):
And given the respect of a proper, grating, this is
not the way a proper behaves.
Speaker 8 (13:32):
Why your old master Elijah.
Speaker 3 (13:34):
Would have he stopped himself, but the words were already out.
Elisha stilled for a brief moment, his face betrayed something,
a flicker of something deeper, something wounded, before he pushed
it down, shoving it beneath the surface, like a stone
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sinking into deep water. He set his bread down, exhaling softly.
Speaker 2 (14:00):
Trust me, you would have hated the way Elijah would
have handled this much more than what I am doing.
Speaker 3 (14:06):
Gahez. I crossed his arms, but wouldn't meet his gaze.
Elisha leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table, his
voice quieter.
Speaker 2 (14:15):
Now, Gahazi, you practically raised me. You were there when
my father wasn't. I know what he would have done,
But my question.
Speaker 3 (14:24):
Is he paused, locking eyes with the older man.
Speaker 2 (14:29):
What does Yahweh want us to do right now?
Speaker 3 (14:33):
Gaheyes, eyes jaw tightened, but he said nothing. Elisha gestured
toward the door, toward the road where Nayeman had left,
still seething.
Speaker 2 (14:44):
Look, Naeman has built his entire life on his own power,
his own strength, and now that strength is rotting off
his bones. Yahweh isn't just healing him, he's breaking him,
teaching him something. If I had met him, if I
had honored him the way that he wanted, he wouldn't
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have learned a thing. He would have walked away, thinking
he'd earned his healing, that he had bought Yahweh's favor
with silver and gold.
Speaker 3 (15:13):
Elishah leaned back, shaking his head.
Speaker 2 (15:17):
But this way, this way, he has to choose pride
or humility. If he really wants healing, he'll take it
the way Yahweh offers. If not, then well.
Speaker 3 (15:29):
He shrugged. Gahezei ran a hand over his face, shaking
his head.
Speaker 8 (15:34):
Still, don't like it, I know.
Speaker 3 (15:41):
The chariot wheels cut deep grooves into the dirt. As
Naeman and his men tore down the road, the weight
of their failed mission pressing like an iron yoke on
their shoulders. Naaman sat rigid, his knuckles white around the reins.
His breath came shallow, nostrils flaring the same way it
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did right before he sent men to their deaths. His
officers knew that look. They had seen it on battlefields,
had seen it when villages were burned, had seen it
before blood was spilled. It was the look of a
man who was one order away from destruction.
Speaker 6 (16:22):
Holy arrogance.
Speaker 3 (16:26):
No one spoke the arrogance.
Speaker 6 (16:30):
Hi, Namman came with silver, corn I came with honor,
And what did he give me?
Speaker 8 (16:39):
Do't washing the Jordan?
Speaker 3 (16:41):
The words tasted like poison in his mouth. One of
his officers cleared his throat carefully lood no enough. The
force of it made his men flinch. Naaman's breath was ragged,
his pride boiling over like water left too long on fire.
Speaker 6 (17:01):
Are not the rivers of Damascus better than all the
waters of Israel? For par clear, mighty rivers? Not this
does swop?
Speaker 3 (17:18):
He gestured toward the distant Jordan, refusing to even say
its name. Again.
Speaker 6 (17:26):
That's not healing, that's mockery. Come, men, we ride home.
Speaker 3 (17:39):
Suddenly, a voice, soft but steady, one of his younger servants,
a boy barely of age, riding just behind him.
Speaker 10 (17:49):
My lord, if the prophet had told you to do
something great, would you not have done it?
Speaker 6 (17:56):
Neay?
Speaker 3 (17:56):
A man's grip tightened.
Speaker 10 (17:58):
Would you not have climbed mountains? Cross desert, slain, enemies
paid any cost, Then why not this, Why not something simple?
Speaker 3 (18:09):
Neaman's chest rose and fell, his breathing heavy. Then the
words sank in. He had been ready to fight for
his healing, to conquer it, to take it by force,
by coin, by will. But could he accept it? Could
he take it as it was offered, not through power
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but through humility? A muscle in his jaw twitched. The
road forked ahead. One way led back to Damascus, the other.
Speaker 6 (18:43):
Nervy, so wise for one so young, perhaps wiser than
the great name, And all right onward to the Jordan.
Speaker 3 (19:05):
The water lapped lazily against the banks, murky and unimpressive.
It was small, almost unworthy of the task set before it.
Nae a man stood at the edge, staring. His men
watched in silence. No one moved, no one breathed. Naaman
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exhaled and stepped forward. The water was cold at first,
a shock against his skin. He walked further. The filth
of the river swirled around him. The taste of pride
lingered bitter on his tongue, and then he dipped beneath
the surface once twice again the water closed over him.
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The filth clinging to him like a second skin. Four
five six. He lingered his breath, pressing t in his chest,
and on the seventh he rose, and the sickness was gone,
the sores, the rot, the shame gone. Naaman staggered, his hands,
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grasped at his arms, his chest, his face, searching for
what was missing, But only new flesh met.
Speaker 1 (20:21):
His touch, whole clean, a warrior reborn.
Speaker 3 (20:27):
His men stared. Naeman fell to his knees, breathless.
Speaker 8 (20:35):
There is gold.
Speaker 3 (20:42):
You away. Naeman's chariots kicked up dust as they thundered
back toward Elisha's house, But this time they did not
ride with arrogance. There was no expectation, no pride, only
something knew, something lighter, something Naeman had never felt before, gratitude.
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He leapt from his chariot before it had fully stopped,
his freshly healed skin catching the late afternoon sun. There
was no rot, no sickness, just the feeling of wind
against flesh that no longer burned with decay. He strode
forward and dropped to his knees before Elisha, his voice
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trembling with something that felt dangerously close to or now.
Speaker 6 (21:33):
I know it's no God in all the world except
in Israel.
Speaker 3 (21:39):
Elisha, who had been calmly feeding a goat a handful
of dates, barely looked up.
Speaker 2 (21:46):
Oh good, you figured it out.
Speaker 3 (21:49):
Naeman exhaled a soft laugh, shaking his head. Please take
these gifts. I brought silver, gold, fine garments. You've healed me.
Speaker 6 (22:01):
And I will pay you whatever you ask.
Speaker 3 (22:05):
Elisha finally turned and his face changed. It was subtle,
something in the eyes, something in the way. His body
suddenly held a stillness that was not passive but deliberate.
Elisha looked at Naeman as though he pitied him. No, no,
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Elisha dusted off his hands, standing, this is not.
Speaker 2 (22:31):
My doing, this is the work of the Lord, and
Yahweh does not sell his mercy.
Speaker 3 (22:38):
Naeman hesitated. He was not used to this. Everything in
his life had been earned, one purchased with blood, sweat,
and coin. But now a gift unpaid for. Naeman exhaled,
the weight of it settling into his bones. He turned
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back to his chair chariots, motioning for his men to
bring forth a sack filled not with gold but earth,
simple dirt taken from Israel's land.
Speaker 6 (23:10):
Then let me take this soil that I may worship
our way alone, even the land of rum.
Speaker 3 (23:20):
Elisha nodded once, and Naaman bowed low before mounting his chariot.
The wheels creaked as they turned toward home, but someone
was watching them go, and his heart wasn't settled. Gahey's
eye stood at the doorway, his stomach twisting in knots.
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He had been quiet through the entire exchange, his hands
curling into fists, unclenching, curling again. He watched the gold,
the silver, the riches ride away into the horizon, and
it made no sense, none of it. They had nothing.
They lived off scraps, off miracles and faith, while Elisha
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threw away the greatest provision they had ever been offered.
His mind raced. Did Elisha not understand? Did he not
see this? Money could have fed the profits, He could
have rebuilt homes, He could have funded Yahue's work, and
Elisha let it go. Gaheyese's breath came sharp through his nose.
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Then suddenly his feet were moving. Before he had even
made the choice in his mind, his body had already decided.
The hoofs of Naaman's horses drummed against the road when
he heard a voice calling out behind him.
Speaker 8 (24:46):
My Lord Namin Naman of Wait.
Speaker 3 (24:49):
Wait. Naeman turned surprised. His men halted the chariots, their
hands instinctively drifting to their weapons. Gehyese Eye jogged for forward, panting,
his face set in a look of careful urgency.
Speaker 8 (25:05):
My master's changed his mind.
Speaker 3 (25:07):
Nay a Man furrowed his brow. Oh Gahesei placed his
hands on his knees, as if catching his breath. But
really he was stalling.
Speaker 7 (25:19):
The two young prophets have just arrived, poor boys, right
fresh from the ilk country. My master wished he'd taken
your offer of it, we might clothe him.
Speaker 8 (25:29):
And provide for their needs. Would his spirit talent of silver?
Perhaps two garments?
Speaker 3 (25:37):
A pause? Then nae Man's face lit up. Of course
this made sense. He had been right to offer a gift,
he laughed, clapping gahayese Eye on the shoulder.
Speaker 8 (25:51):
Ah so Eli says, come to a census. Wonderful Nayman
is happy to oblige.
Speaker 2 (25:57):
Here, take two talents, take four, take take as much
as you need.
Speaker 3 (26:02):
He motioned to his men, who hastily dismounted, unstrapping the
heavy sacks of silver, loading them into Gehayesey's arms. It
was easier than expected. Gehes I swallowed down the knot
in his throat and nodded. Then he turned and walked away,
with hands full and a heart emptied. Gehayes I thought
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he had hidden it well. The moment he returned. He
had stashed the silver, the garments, the evidence. He had
calmed his breath, had wiped the sweat from his brow.
He entered the house as if nothing had happened, and
Elisha was waiting, seated still. But the moment gahees I
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stepped inside, the air felt different, and Elisha, Elisha was
looking at him through him. Where have you been gas
A moment? A heart beat too long?
Speaker 6 (27:04):
Uh?
Speaker 8 (27:05):
Nowhere?
Speaker 6 (27:05):
Really?
Speaker 8 (27:06):
Errands run, things to manage.
Speaker 3 (27:08):
In all that, Elisha flinched, not in anger, not in disappointment,
but in pain, because this was Gehazi, His Gehazi, the
man who had raised him when his own father had
been too busy, The man who had carried him on
his shoulders as a boy, who had taught him how
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to sharpen a blade, how to build a fire, how
to read the weather in the sky, The man who
had been there when Elijah was taken from him, the
only constant when everything else had crumbled into dust. And
now Elishah took a slow breath, steadying himself.
Speaker 2 (27:52):
Ghazi was not my spirit with you in naming, stepped
down from his chariot to meet you.
Speaker 3 (27:58):
Geheyes, eyes bread hitched. No, no, no, no, Elisha knew
the blood in Gerhey's eyes. Veins went cold. Elisha stood,
his face etched with sorrow, causie why it wasn't condemnation,
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it was desperation. Despite knowing the truth, Elisha held out
hope that perhaps there was some good explanation for his
servant's disobedience. There was not that why he didn't know
what to say. How could he explain it That he
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had done it for the prophets, that he had done
it for the people, that he had done it because
someone had to be practical, because Elisha never was. It
all felt so foolish. Now Elisha shook his head, his
voice breaking.
Speaker 2 (28:56):
I already lost Elijah.
Speaker 8 (28:58):
I cannot lose you.
Speaker 3 (28:59):
Too, wo Gehesei felt something in his chest collapse, His
knees shook, his hands trembled. He wanted to fall to
the floor, to weep, to beg for mercy, But it
was too late, because Elijha was already turning his head
like he was hearing something Gehaesei could not, and suddenly
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his breath caught, his eyes filled. He shook his head, whispering.
Speaker 1 (29:30):
Ghausi, the disease that left namon.
Speaker 3 (29:34):
His fingers clenched at his robe, like if he gripped
hard enough he could take back the words.
Speaker 2 (29:42):
It will cling to you.
Speaker 3 (29:44):
His throat closed, his breath shook, and then softer.
Speaker 2 (29:51):
And to your children after you.
Speaker 3 (29:54):
A silence so deep it felt like the heavens themselves
held their breath. Geheze I froze, then a shudder, His
breath stuttered, his hands trembling, and then the burning began.
The sickness crept up, his skin bubbling, boiling, his flesh
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turning white with the first signs of rot. Gehaze stumbled back, gasping,
clutching his arms his chest. Elisha watched, but he could
not move, He could not breathe. His legs shook beneath him,
his hands clutching at his chest like he had been stabbed.
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This was not anger. This was grief so deep it
threatened to break him apart, and Gehazi. Gehazi fell to
his knees, trembling. He did not weep, for he had
been taught long ago to not show his sorrow, a
lesson he refused to teach Elisha as a boy. He
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looked up, meeting his master's eyes fill his hands curled
into fists, the leprosy spreading crawling up his arms, like
judgment woven into his very flesh. Or failed.
Speaker 7 (31:16):
I failed your father and failed theor.
Speaker 1 (31:25):
That the walls broke A sob ripped from his throat.
Speaker 3 (31:31):
It was brief, like the flicker of a candle's flame,
the moment before it is blown out. Gahese took a
deep breath, collecting himself.
Speaker 8 (31:41):
Accept my fate. It is just if I were to
treable orgy. I know I don't hold your back from
your missions.
Speaker 3 (31:58):
Tears slipped down on his face as he looked up
one final time, and then he turned and walked into
the night, Forever unclean, forever alone. Elisha fell to his
knees and wept.
Speaker 5 (32:22):
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Speaker 5 (32:52):
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Speaker 2 (00:04):
You doubt yourself, Master, of course I doubt myself. I've
watched you stand alone against kings and slaughter false prophets.
I've even seen you call down fire and part rivers.
And now you're leaving me to take your place. I
am not you, Master. I have no fire, no boldness,
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no strength. The only thing I know how to do
is pray.
Speaker 3 (00:32):
Then you know enough.
Speaker 4 (00:37):
I told you not to give me false hope. I
told you I didn't ask for a son. I didn't
ask for any of it. I would rather have been
bearing forever than feel this. Why why would God do this?
Why would he give only to take?
Speaker 2 (00:57):
I don't know why God does what he does. I
don't know why he allows grief to take root. What
joh once bloomed, he.
Speaker 1 (01:04):
Prayed, And this time it wasn't desperate, It was trust.
A shudder, a gasp Ace's body convulsed beneath him, and
suddenly he was coughing, breath spilling back into his lungs
like water bursting through a crack dam. His eyes shot open, wide,
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confused alive, Elisha stood back, watching his heart pounding, his
body light. This this was Jahweh's work.
Speaker 3 (01:38):
This was grace.
Speaker 5 (01:45):
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Speaker 3 (02:35):
The roads to Samaria. Had seen kings before. They had
seen caravans, traders, even conquerors, but they had never seen Nayeman.
He rode at the head of his company, his chariot
gleaming in the midday sun. The armor on his chest
polished to an almost mirror like sheene. His face sculp
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did by years of war, bore the look of a
man who had never once been denied what he desired.
Behind him, a column of horses and chariots stretched like
a river of metal and silk, foot soldiers, servants, banners
flapping in the hot wind. Carried with them were the
markers of his wealth and power, silver, gold, fine garments.
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Naaman didn't come to beg He came to purchase his healing.
At the gates of Samaria, the guards scrambled at the sight,
their hands gripping their spears, with the uneasy tention of
men who were suddenly aware of their own insignificance. They
didn't need an introduction. Every soldier in the region knew Naeman,
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Commander of Aram. His name was spoken in the kind
of hushed, wary tones reserved for men whose victories were
written in blood and fire. The palace doors groaned open
before him, and soon he stood before Jooram, King of Israel.
If one could call what Joam did standing, the man
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was already wilting, his fingers twitching at the edges of
his robe, his eyes darting between Naeman and the parchment
in his hands.
Speaker 6 (04:22):
King Joram, by, King of Naeman, have a request from
my lord, the king of a Rum.
Speaker 3 (04:33):
Naeman handed him the scroll. Joram's throat bobbed as he
read it aloud, his voice cracking quick.
Speaker 7 (04:40):
This letter ib Cindy servant, naming to you that you
may cure him of his leprosy.
Speaker 3 (04:49):
A thick, unbearable silence stretched tight over the room, like
the paws before a blade fell. Then fabric tore O
ripped his own robes, his breath coming in sharp, erratic bursts.
The young king flailed dramatically, as if crumbling under the
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weight of some unseen burden.
Speaker 8 (05:12):
Am I God, can I kill and bring back to life?
Hands on him, and for the best of my head?
For this, she told me, I was weak. She told
me I ruined everything.
Speaker 3 (05:30):
His gaze darted between his advisers, searching desperately for someone, anyone,
to tell him this wasn't happening. His fingers clawed at
his hair, his breath shallow, his pupils dilated with fear.
Speaker 6 (05:45):
Arabis looking for an excuse to start a war.
Speaker 8 (05:48):
And they're going to say, I refuse a great commander.
Speaker 3 (05:51):
Then a man exhaled, sharply, shaking his head. He had
seen in battle, seen them fall on their own swords,
seen them scream for mercy, seen them stand unshaken as
they were cut down. But this this was new, a
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king who unraveled at the mere presence of a stronger man, pathetic.
But before he could turn and demand a real solution,
a messenger burst into the chamber, eyes sharp, breath, Steady.
Speaker 9 (06:27):
My lord, The prophet Elijah has sent word. He says,
why have you torn your robes? Send the man to
me and he will know. There is a prophet in Israel.
Speaker 3 (06:38):
Nee Man's eyes flickered, his jaw tightening. A prophet. This
was what Israel offered him. No audience with the king,
no summons to their temple, no display of divine power,
just a prophet.
Speaker 6 (06:56):
Yh prophet speaks of dround tearing robes, but he was
not in the room to see it. Interesting sign let
the profit proove of chaff.
Speaker 3 (07:13):
A dust cloud announced Naaman's arrival long before his chariots
rolled up to the modest home perched on the outskirts
of the city. The contrast was almost comical. The finest
military force in the region parked in front of a
house barely large enough to fit a family of goats.
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Naaman stepped down from his chariot, his armor gleaming, his
presence and unspoken demand, and then nothing. No welcome, no
servants scurrying out to greet him, no sign that anyone
inside had even noticed a flicker of irritation crossed Naeman's face.
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Inside the house, Elishah was very much aware of who
had He sat at a rough hewn wooden table, calmly
stirring a bowl of lentils, his gaze fixed lazily on
the ceiling as gehayes I stood near the doorway, watching
the scene unfold.
Speaker 8 (08:14):
Master. If there was ever a time to make an impression,
this is it.
Speaker 3 (08:20):
Elisha didn't look up, just blue on his spoonful of stew.
Speaker 2 (08:25):
Oh, I'm making an impression, Just not the card he's expecting.
Speaker 8 (08:30):
Husha, listen to me. Your father would have handled this differently.
Speaker 3 (08:35):
That made Elisha pause. He set his spoon down, finally
looking at gehayes I.
Speaker 7 (08:41):
Would he now, Yes, it would have known one of
the old men like Naymon. It would have met him
with honor, leverage this moment and made something out of it.
Speaker 3 (08:52):
But you, gahayes I gestured toward the door, exasperated.
Speaker 8 (08:58):
You won't even meet the man.
Speaker 3 (09:00):
Elisha leaned back, arms folding across his chest. He let
the words settle between them, before tilting his head slightly,
a smirk curling at the edges of his lips.
Speaker 2 (09:12):
Naeman is outside, standing like a peacock in full display,
expecting a show. I'd hate to disappoint.
Speaker 3 (09:19):
Him, gehze I sighed, rubbing his forehead.
Speaker 8 (09:23):
This isn't just about him, This is about us. This
man could could fund God's work. He could bring us gold,
land influence.
Speaker 3 (09:34):
Elisha's expression sharpened, the humor flickered away just for a moment.
Speaker 2 (09:40):
I did not leave my father's fields to build another empire.
Speaker 3 (09:44):
Gehese I opened his mouth, then shut it. The words
were there, but the weight of them had nowhere to land.
Elisha sighed, shaking his head.
Speaker 2 (09:55):
Besides, look at Naemin. Do you see how high he's standing.
The man could trip over his own pride. Go send
him my message.
Speaker 3 (10:05):
Gahayze I huffed, frustrated, but said nothing. Elisha pushed his
bowl aside and gestured toward the door. Gahayes I hesitated, then,
with a final glance at his master, he left the
door creaked open. Nay, a man straightened, but the face
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that appeared wasn't the one he was expecting, not Elisha,
just a servant. Gahay's eyes stepped forward, keeping his voice level.
Speaker 7 (10:38):
My master says to you, go wash yourself seven times
in the Jordan, and your flesh will be restored.
Speaker 8 (10:45):
You will be cleansed.
Speaker 3 (10:47):
Silence, Naye. A man blinked. Wait, that was it. He
stared at the servant, waiting for something more, a ceremony,
a prayer, something, But gahees I just stood there waiting
for him to leave. Naeman took a slow step forward,
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his voice dangerously quiet.
Speaker 6 (11:11):
Your master sent a servant to speak to the great nameMan.
Speaker 3 (11:18):
Gaheyese eye said nothing. Naaman's breath hissed through his nose,
nostrils flaring.
Speaker 6 (11:27):
I shot, surely, surely he would come out to meet
me himself. Call and the name of his God waved
his hand over my disease, performed some great art. I mean,
the Jordan are not the rivers of Damascus, upon and
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from par better than all the waters of Israel. Help,
could I not wash in them and be creen?
Speaker 3 (11:55):
Naeman spat on the ground, his heart full of venom,
and then he turned and stormed away. Gahayze I stormed
through the door. The dust from the road, still clinging
to his robe. His face was flushed, his hands clenching
and unclenching at his sides, like a man trying and
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failing to hold his tongue. Elishah sat at the table,
tracing slow circles in the last remnants of his lentil
stew with a piece of bread, waiting then finally.
Speaker 8 (12:31):
Live in my life? Have I been so humiliated?
Speaker 7 (12:34):
A master, Lasia, do you have any idea how angry
Nayman was the man nearly exploded face better than Edamark's
sand and switching for a sword.
Speaker 8 (12:45):
Lady was debating whether he should murder me or the
Jordan river.
Speaker 2 (12:50):
Ah, well, I suppose it could have gone worse. He
could have actually murdered us.
Speaker 3 (12:56):
Gahayze I exhaled, sharply, pacing, now rubbing a hand over
his face.
Speaker 8 (13:02):
Master pleased, be serious.
Speaker 7 (13:04):
Yes, this was naming the great, naming the man who
could crash us.
Speaker 8 (13:11):
If he wanted to.
Speaker 7 (13:12):
And you sit him away with a servant and the
command to go bathe like a peasant.
Speaker 2 (13:18):
I don't know, Ghazi, it sounds like you're describing a
man in need of a good scrubbing.
Speaker 8 (13:23):
You could have at least met him. That's what your
father would have done.
Speaker 7 (13:26):
And given the respect of a proper, grating, this is
not the way a proper behaves.
Speaker 8 (13:32):
Why your old master Elijah.
Speaker 3 (13:34):
Would have he stopped himself, but the words were already out.
Elisha stilled for a brief moment, his face betrayed something,
a flicker of something deeper, something wounded, before he pushed
it down, shoving it beneath the surface, like a stone
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sinking into deep water. He set his bread down, exhaling softly.
Speaker 2 (14:00):
Trust me, you would have hated the way Elijah would
have handled this much more than what I am doing.
Speaker 3 (14:06):
Gahez. I crossed his arms, but wouldn't meet his gaze.
Elisha leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table, his
voice quieter.
Speaker 2 (14:15):
Now, Gahazi, you practically raised me. You were there when
my father wasn't. I know what he would have done,
But my question.
Speaker 3 (14:24):
Is he paused, locking eyes with the older man.
Speaker 2 (14:29):
What does Yahweh want us to do right now?
Speaker 3 (14:33):
Gaheyes, eyes jaw tightened, but he said nothing. Elisha gestured
toward the door, toward the road where Nayeman had left,
still seething.
Speaker 2 (14:44):
Look, Naeman has built his entire life on his own power,
his own strength, and now that strength is rotting off
his bones. Yahweh isn't just healing him, he's breaking him,
teaching him something. If I had met him, if I
had honored him the way that he wanted, he wouldn't
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have learned a thing. He would have walked away, thinking
he'd earned his healing, that he had bought Yahweh's favor
with silver and gold.
Speaker 3 (15:13):
Elishah leaned back, shaking his head.
Speaker 2 (15:17):
But this way, this way, he has to choose pride
or humility. If he really wants healing, he'll take it
the way Yahweh offers. If not, then well.
Speaker 3 (15:29):
He shrugged. Gahezei ran a hand over his face, shaking
his head.
Speaker 8 (15:34):
Still, don't like it, I know.
Speaker 3 (15:41):
The chariot wheels cut deep grooves into the dirt. As
Naeman and his men tore down the road, the weight
of their failed mission pressing like an iron yoke on
their shoulders. Naaman sat rigid, his knuckles white around the reins.
His breath came shallow, nostrils flaring the same way it
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did right before he sent men to their deaths. His
officers knew that look. They had seen it on battlefields,
had seen it when villages were burned, had seen it
before blood was spilled. It was the look of a
man who was one order away from destruction.
Speaker 6 (16:22):
Holy arrogance.
Speaker 3 (16:26):
No one spoke the arrogance.
Speaker 6 (16:30):
Hi, Namman came with silver, corn I came with honor,
And what did he give me?
Speaker 8 (16:39):
Do't washing the Jordan?
Speaker 3 (16:41):
The words tasted like poison in his mouth. One of
his officers cleared his throat carefully lood no enough. The
force of it made his men flinch. Naaman's breath was ragged,
his pride boiling over like water left too long on fire.
Speaker 6 (17:01):
Are not the rivers of Damascus better than all the
waters of Israel? For par clear, mighty rivers? Not this
does swop?
Speaker 3 (17:18):
He gestured toward the distant Jordan, refusing to even say
its name. Again.
Speaker 6 (17:26):
That's not healing, that's mockery. Come, men, we ride home.
Speaker 3 (17:39):
Suddenly, a voice, soft but steady, one of his younger servants,
a boy barely of age, riding just behind him.
Speaker 10 (17:49):
My lord, if the prophet had told you to do
something great, would you not have done it?
Speaker 6 (17:56):
Neay?
Speaker 3 (17:56):
A man's grip tightened.
Speaker 10 (17:58):
Would you not have climbed mountains? Cross desert, slain, enemies
paid any cost, Then why not this, Why not something simple?
Speaker 3 (18:09):
Neaman's chest rose and fell, his breathing heavy. Then the
words sank in. He had been ready to fight for
his healing, to conquer it, to take it by force,
by coin, by will. But could he accept it? Could
he take it as it was offered, not through power
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but through humility? A muscle in his jaw twitched. The
road forked ahead. One way led back to Damascus, the other.
Speaker 6 (18:43):
Nervy, so wise for one so young, perhaps wiser than
the great name, And all right onward to the Jordan.
Speaker 3 (19:05):
The water lapped lazily against the banks, murky and unimpressive.
It was small, almost unworthy of the task set before it.
Nae a man stood at the edge, staring. His men
watched in silence. No one moved, no one breathed. Naaman
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exhaled and stepped forward. The water was cold at first,
a shock against his skin. He walked further. The filth
of the river swirled around him. The taste of pride
lingered bitter on his tongue, and then he dipped beneath
the surface once twice again the water closed over him.
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The filth clinging to him like a second skin. Four
five six. He lingered his breath, pressing t in his chest,
and on the seventh he rose, and the sickness was gone,
the sores, the rot, the shame gone. Naaman staggered, his hands,
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grasped at his arms, his chest, his face, searching for
what was missing, But only new flesh met.
Speaker 1 (20:21):
His touch, whole clean, a warrior reborn.
Speaker 3 (20:27):
His men stared. Naeman fell to his knees, breathless.
Speaker 8 (20:35):
There is gold.
Speaker 3 (20:42):
You away. Naeman's chariots kicked up dust as they thundered
back toward Elisha's house, But this time they did not
ride with arrogance. There was no expectation, no pride, only
something knew, something lighter, something Naeman had never felt before, gratitude.
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He leapt from his chariot before it had fully stopped,
his freshly healed skin catching the late afternoon sun. There
was no rot, no sickness, just the feeling of wind
against flesh that no longer burned with decay. He strode
forward and dropped to his knees before Elisha, his voice
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trembling with something that felt dangerously close to or now.
Speaker 6 (21:33):
I know it's no God in all the world except
in Israel.
Speaker 3 (21:39):
Elisha, who had been calmly feeding a goat a handful
of dates, barely looked up.
Speaker 2 (21:46):
Oh good, you figured it out.
Speaker 3 (21:49):
Naeman exhaled a soft laugh, shaking his head. Please take
these gifts. I brought silver, gold, fine garments. You've healed me.
Speaker 6 (22:01):
And I will pay you whatever you ask.
Speaker 3 (22:05):
Elisha finally turned and his face changed. It was subtle,
something in the eyes, something in the way. His body
suddenly held a stillness that was not passive but deliberate.
Elisha looked at Naeman as though he pitied him. No, no,
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Elisha dusted off his hands, standing, this is not.
Speaker 2 (22:31):
My doing, this is the work of the Lord, and
Yahweh does not sell his mercy.
Speaker 3 (22:38):
Naeman hesitated. He was not used to this. Everything in
his life had been earned, one purchased with blood, sweat,
and coin. But now a gift unpaid for. Naeman exhaled,
the weight of it settling into his bones. He turned
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back to his chair chariots, motioning for his men to
bring forth a sack filled not with gold but earth,
simple dirt taken from Israel's land.
Speaker 6 (23:10):
Then let me take this soil that I may worship
our way alone, even the land of rum.
Speaker 3 (23:20):
Elisha nodded once, and Naaman bowed low before mounting his chariot.
The wheels creaked as they turned toward home, but someone
was watching them go, and his heart wasn't settled. Gahey's
eye stood at the doorway, his stomach twisting in knots.
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He had been quiet through the entire exchange, his hands
curling into fists, unclenching, curling again. He watched the gold,
the silver, the riches ride away into the horizon, and
it made no sense, none of it. They had nothing.
They lived off scraps, off miracles and faith, while Elisha
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threw away the greatest provision they had ever been offered.
His mind raced. Did Elisha not understand? Did he not
see this? Money could have fed the profits, He could
have rebuilt homes, He could have funded Yahue's work, and
Elisha let it go. Gaheyese's breath came sharp through his nose.
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Then suddenly his feet were moving. Before he had even
made the choice in his mind, his body had already decided.
The hoofs of Naaman's horses drummed against the road when
he heard a voice calling out behind him.
Speaker 8 (24:46):
My Lord Namin Naman of Wait.
Speaker 3 (24:49):
Wait. Naeman turned surprised. His men halted the chariots, their
hands instinctively drifting to their weapons. Gehyese Eye jogged for forward, panting,
his face set in a look of careful urgency.
Speaker 8 (25:05):
My master's changed his mind.
Speaker 3 (25:07):
Nay a Man furrowed his brow. Oh Gahesei placed his
hands on his knees, as if catching his breath. But
really he was stalling.
Speaker 7 (25:19):
The two young prophets have just arrived, poor boys, right
fresh from the ilk country. My master wished he'd taken
your offer of it, we might clothe him.
Speaker 8 (25:29):
And provide for their needs. Would his spirit talent of silver?
Perhaps two garments?
Speaker 3 (25:37):
A pause? Then nae Man's face lit up. Of course
this made sense. He had been right to offer a gift,
he laughed, clapping gahayese Eye on the shoulder.
Speaker 8 (25:51):
Ah so Eli says, come to a census. Wonderful Nayman
is happy to oblige.
Speaker 2 (25:57):
Here, take two talents, take four, take take as much
as you need.
Speaker 3 (26:02):
He motioned to his men, who hastily dismounted, unstrapping the
heavy sacks of silver, loading them into Gehayesey's arms. It
was easier than expected. Gehes I swallowed down the knot
in his throat and nodded. Then he turned and walked away,
with hands full and a heart emptied. Gehayes I thought
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he had hidden it well. The moment he returned. He
had stashed the silver, the garments, the evidence. He had
calmed his breath, had wiped the sweat from his brow.
He entered the house as if nothing had happened, and
Elisha was waiting, seated still. But the moment gahees I
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stepped inside, the air felt different, and Elisha, Elisha was
looking at him through him. Where have you been gas
A moment? A heart beat too long?
Speaker 6 (27:04):
Uh?
Speaker 8 (27:05):
Nowhere?
Speaker 6 (27:05):
Really?
Speaker 8 (27:06):
Errands run, things to manage.
Speaker 3 (27:08):
In all that, Elisha flinched, not in anger, not in disappointment,
but in pain, because this was Gehazi, His Gehazi, the
man who had raised him when his own father had
been too busy, The man who had carried him on
his shoulders as a boy, who had taught him how
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to sharpen a blade, how to build a fire, how
to read the weather in the sky, The man who
had been there when Elijah was taken from him, the
only constant when everything else had crumbled into dust. And
now Elishah took a slow breath, steadying himself.
Speaker 2 (27:52):
Ghazi was not my spirit with you in naming, stepped
down from his chariot to meet you.
Speaker 3 (27:58):
Geheyes, eyes bread hitched. No, no, no, no, Elisha knew
the blood in Gerhey's eyes. Veins went cold. Elisha stood,
his face etched with sorrow, causie why it wasn't condemnation,
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it was desperation. Despite knowing the truth, Elisha held out
hope that perhaps there was some good explanation for his
servant's disobedience. There was not that why he didn't know
what to say. How could he explain it That he
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had done it for the prophets, that he had done
it for the people, that he had done it because
someone had to be practical, because Elisha never was. It
all felt so foolish. Now Elisha shook his head, his
voice breaking.
Speaker 2 (28:56):
I already lost Elijah.
Speaker 8 (28:58):
I cannot lose you.
Speaker 3 (28:59):
Too, wo Gehesei felt something in his chest collapse, His
knees shook, his hands trembled. He wanted to fall to
the floor, to weep, to beg for mercy, But it
was too late, because Elijha was already turning his head
like he was hearing something Gehaesei could not, and suddenly
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his breath caught, his eyes filled. He shook his head, whispering.
Speaker 1 (29:30):
Ghausi, the disease that left namon.
Speaker 3 (29:34):
His fingers clenched at his robe, like if he gripped
hard enough he could take back the words.
Speaker 2 (29:42):
It will cling to you.
Speaker 3 (29:44):
His throat closed, his breath shook, and then softer.
Speaker 2 (29:51):
And to your children after you.
Speaker 3 (29:54):
A silence so deep it felt like the heavens themselves
held their breath. Geheze I froze, then a shudder, His
breath stuttered, his hands trembling, and then the burning began.
The sickness crept up, his skin bubbling, boiling, his flesh
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turning white with the first signs of rot. Gehaze stumbled back, gasping,
clutching his arms his chest. Elisha watched, but he could
not move, He could not breathe. His legs shook beneath him,
his hands clutching at his chest like he had been stabbed.
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This was not anger. This was grief so deep it
threatened to break him apart, and Gehazi. Gehazi fell to
his knees, trembling. He did not weep, for he had
been taught long ago to not show his sorrow, a
lesson he refused to teach Elisha as a boy. He
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looked up, meeting his master's eyes fill his hands curled
into fists, the leprosy spreading crawling up his arms, like
judgment woven into his very flesh. Or failed.
Speaker 7 (31:16):
I failed your father and failed theor.
Speaker 1 (31:25):
That the walls broke A sob ripped from his throat.
Speaker 3 (31:31):
It was brief, like the flicker of a candle's flame,
the moment before it is blown out. Gahese took a
deep breath, collecting himself.
Speaker 8 (31:41):
Accept my fate. It is just if I were to
treable orgy. I know I don't hold your back from
your missions.
Speaker 3 (31:58):
Tears slipped down on his face as he looked up
one final time, and then he turned and walked into
the night, Forever unclean, forever alone. Elisha fell to his
knees and wept.
Speaker 5 (32:22):
If your faith has been kindled by this podcast and
it has affected your life, we'd love it if you
left her review. We read them, and me personally, I
cherish them. As you venture forth boldly and faithfully. I
leave you with the Biblical blessing from numbers six I
hashem vishmerechra yeah Heir hashempanavele y sa haempanave.
Speaker 1 (32:51):
Shaloon.
Speaker 5 (32:52):
May the Lord bless you and keep you. May the
Lord make his face shine upon you. May he be
gracious to you, Made the Lord earn his face towards you,
and give you peace.
Speaker 1 (33:03):
Amen.
Speaker 3 (33:05):
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Jonathan Cotton, Aaron Salvato, Sarah Seltz, Mike Reagan, Stephen Ringwold,
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