Monday, March 9, 2026
In a world full of monarchs God chose a haughty sigma male with withered wings to arrogantly grace the scene of our beloved Biblical Canon…. lame man. More like Naaman hehe. These stories are full of those who are full of themselves hey? Maybe?
Pt1
Why on earth does this random Aramean traipse onto stage and have an encounter with Yahweh way before Jesus comes. Naaman makes a strange entrance here. A pagan, a non-inheritor of the blessings of Jacob’s line, and he doesn’t want any of this funky spirituality of lame-o Samaria and their squalourly Jordan river. Honestly, I know of much grander rivers myself as well as Naaman. And to have travelled all that way with a packed caravan to be ordered to perform some repetitious ablutions? If this healer Elisha is the real deal why couldn’t he have just bippity boppity booped me into rightness?
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The deer where I’m from are prim and proper folk pampered by human food and bustling rivers? Panting? What do you mean?
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And Jesus, brought to the local cliff’s edge by his own people? Isn’t a real prophet truly worthy of the honour of his home town?
Pt2
Subtle elitism cracks his knuckles near my ears and I lack recognition of the sound of my own hands
my own hands propel this frugal water through my hair and my dignified fingers trace its propulsion over my skin
In the water I think is dirty I see
I see
that I am much dirtier
and then I see
I see
that I am not dirty at all
I breathe in a new rhythm
of shock and admiration
no prophet of proximity to Aram could arrange a new set of skin for me so sleek
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and i was thirsty, disregard your lush manifested destiny
I was panting
I was desperate enough to shed my gallant stag exterior and stoop to the barren creek
I was a deer dearly desperate for water that could drown me happily instead of leave me for dead in drought
I begged of you fill me
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I am almost dead I know of it
and yet he has told me that this will not be my time
and i have told them,
my kin and home in body and breath that they are not keen on blessing
that they are widows who do not hunger and thirst for truth
implicitly
and they are expediting my expulsion from earth explicitly
my people reject me
and I pass by them like water
lapped up into lips far past them
and yet painstakingly close
romans and arameans and samaritans and your disgusting neighbours
I am water for them
Am I water for you?
"My father, if the prophet had told you to do some great thing, would you not have done it? How much more should you do it when he only tells you, ‘Wash and be clean’?"
Jackson Davis
Guest contributor
Come to the Table / Better than Wine Shelby Frank
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