Healed Man’s Clothes Prove Contagious

The man was healed, the deed was sealed,

and through his clothes much was revealed.

“Throw out those duds,” his wife had said.

“I will not have them near my bed.”


But Naaman scoffed. “What could it hurt?

Behold this fabulous T-shirt!”

“I won it on the battlefield,

And think it makes a glorious shield!”


“In such bright goods I must invest.

Believe me, dear. It’s for the best.”

She pointed to his furry hat.

“Such headgear makes your face too fat.”


“If being healed is your desire,

Then throw those garments in the fire!”

“They are not harming anything.

Their praises I will gladly sing,”

Said Naaman. “Let me rest in peace

While I pursue a quick release

From this unsightly leprosy.

Wait ‘til the prophet sets me free!”

“Those smelly things reek of disease.

Please toss them NOW. Set me at ease.”

“Ah, but I snagged them at a sale.

Over the crowds I did prevail.”


“It isn’t Christmastime,” said she.

“Stop stalling so pathetically.”

So, Naaman set out for the dump,

but he was feeling like a grump.

The “doctor” lived so far away,

To get there took him half a day.


He started knocking on the door.

“Important man here. Don’t ignore!”

“Just wave your hand and I’ll be healed!”

His restlessness was not concealed.


But by and by, a messenger came.

Gehazi was the servant’s name.

“If you’d be healed,” he told the man,

“then you must heed my master’s plan.”

Now Naaman’s insides filled with wrath

when he was told to take a bath,

Not once, not twice, but seven times.

Was it to pay for all his crimes?

“That insult,” he said, “I can’t bear.”

“The idiot cap, then, you will wear,”


His servants said. “Would you be healed?”

So, from his back, his robe he peeled.

He took his shirt and vest off too,

And ere he plunged into the brew,


Removed his shoes and socks and pants

(His underwear was full of ants).

Then in the Jordan he did dip

His naked body. What a trip!

For, even though the cure was free,

It didn’t happen instantly.


But he was humbled, he was healed,

God’s will from heaven was revealed.

His skin, now healed, was soft and clean.

In old clothes he would not be seen.


His servants brought him something new.

Meanwhile, what could rich Naaman do

About the clothes he said he’d ditch,

The ones his wife told him to pitch?

To bury them would not be fun,

And yet the sad deed must be done.

Back to the prophet he must go,

Thank him with grace, and not be slow.

He told the prophet, “You’re God’s real!

I’ll worship him now. He’s the deal!”


Somehow, he felt that he should pay

For getting healed, without delay.

But God’s man said, “You’re healed for free!”

So, he departed joyfully

Yet with a giant load of dirt

For burying the hat and shirt

And all the other germy clothes.

He wouldn’t be caught dead in those!

The outfits, used, to him weren’t cool,

And yet they made Gehazi drool.

Elisha’s servant found a way

To “steal” the guy’s old clothes that day.

But Naaman’s clothes spread leprosy.

Gehazi caught it easily

And from it he could not get healed.

It clung to him. His fate was sealed.

Now, there’s a moral to this story:

One, you must respect God’s glory.

Also, if you have a need,

Do not resort to selfish greed.

(based on the story in II Kings chapter 5)

Author: wingandprayer

I am a writer of Biblically-based and other sorts of humor because I want to see the spirit of heaviness lifted off of people and replaced with the garment of praise as it says in Isaiah 61:3.

Throughout the years, God has inspired me with a number of ideas for fun stories based on the Bible and on Biblical characters. You can find one of my articles, “A Queen’s Eye View of Insecurity,” in the Faithwriters’ book “Mixed Blessings, Classically Inspired,” published by Breath of Fresh Air Press. Several other articles of mine, winning entries in Faithwriters contests, have been accepted for publication. Now my first super hero book is on its last leg of revisions. I look forward to sharing it with my fellow fantasy enthusiasts once it is published.

I also write healing tracts for missions and evangelism and have illustrated several books, including “How do You Hide a Dinosaur?”, “The Nail,” “The Tree,” and “The Vine,” by Peg Stormy Bradley.

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