He was an important commander in the army of the Kingdom of
Aram. He had risen through the ranks, and led the Aramean army to victory after
victory. His country loved him because he helped to make them more powerful
than ever. But one day, he met an enemy that no army could defeat. It made it
hard for him to lead his army as this enemy kept him away from the soldiers he
commanded. He had never encountered anything like this before. This wasn’t even
a person he was fighting this time. The commander’s name was Naaman, and he was
in a battle for his life against the feared enemy called leprosy. It causes the
skin to look scaly and awful. It can lead to deformed fingers and toes. Lepers
can’t feel pain, so that can lead to some more serious injuries. It’s even a
bit contagious. Now there are treatments for the disease, but back then, the
only thing people could do was move away from others so they wouldn’t spread
it. What was this important commander to do? He wasn’t used to being helpless
against a fearsome enemy.
Some time earlier, bands of Aramean raiders had gone into
the neighboring Kingdom of Israel and taken captives. One of these captives was
a young girl who became the slave of Naaman’s wife. This slave girl cared for
her master and mistress, and one day she suggested to her mistress, “Back home,
I heard of a man who might be able to help. There’s a prophet in Samaria who can
cure him.”
So Naaman went to the King of Aram and told him what his
wife’s slave girl had said. The King sent Naaman with a letter to the King of
Israel that said, “I’m sending you my servant Naaman so you can cure him of his
leprosy.”
When the King of Israel got the note, he said, “Are you
kidding? Who does your king think I am, God? I can’t cure leprosy!”
When Elisha found out the King had thrown a fit, he went to
him and said, “Whoa, what happened? Have the guy come to my house, and he’ll
know there’s a prophet in Israel.”
So Naaman set out to Elisha’s house. When he was almost
there, he met a messenger who said, “Elisha says you’re supposed to go to the
Jordan River and wash yourself seven times.”
“WHAT?!” Naaman cried. “That’s disgusting! Why does it have
to be the Jordan River? Surely the rivers back home would have been better!
Here I came all this way to have a prophet call on his God, wave his staff, say
the magic words and heal me! Now what? The Jordan River?! Ewww!”
But his servants pointed out, “Wouldn’t you do it if the
prophet told you to do some heroic deed to be healed? How hard can it be to
have seven baths in the Jordan?”
“Oh, all right,” he said. He washed himself in the river
once. Twice. Three times. What was happening? Four times. Five times. It was
getting better! Six times. Seven times. Naaman’s skin was smooth and normal
again! The leprosy had been defeated!