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I am Gehazi. I was a servant of Elisha, the prophet of Israel during the time of King Joram.
My master cured the commander of the Syrian army, Naaman, of leprosy. In gratitude, Naaman offered Elisha ten talents of silver, six thousand shekels of gold, and ten sets of clothing–a fortune in anyone’s estimation. But my master would take nothing! He told the commander the gifts of God were available to all, and not for sale.
Naaman and his servants mounted their horses and headed for Syria, with all of their treasures.
My master had been so foolish! Had he not given this commander back his life? Did he not deserve some reward from such a rich and powerful man?
It was then I made the worst decision of my life. I chased after the commander, determined to get something for myself.
As I neared, Naaman saw me and got down from his chariot, clearly worried. “Is everything all right?”
“Of course,” I said. “But my master has thought about your offer, and he sent me to tell you that two of his young students have arrived from Ephraim. He humbly requests you send a talent of silver and two sets of clothing so that he may properly care for them.”
Naaman’s smile lit up his face. “Of course! Take two talents. I am delighted to show my appreciation in this small way.” He gave me the silver and clothing, and two servants to carry it all.
When I reached home, I sent the men away and hid the gifts before Elisha could arrive and discover what I had done.
The prophet entered. “Where have you been?”
“I haven’t been anywhere,” I lied.
He fixed me with a harsh stare. “Do you not know that my spirit was with you when the man got down from his chariot to meet you? Is this the time to take money or any other payment for gifts that God has given freely?”
“Well …” I had no answer.
“Now Naaman’s leprosy will cling to you and to your descendants forever.” Elisha turned and left me alone in his home.
I looked at my skin. It had become as white as snow…
…my reward for selling that which belonged to the Living God of Israel.