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What a captive servant girl can teach you about Matthew 10:8
When Matthew 10:8 pops up on your Bible app, “heal the sick, raise the dead, cleanse lepers, cast out demons”, it’s easy to think, me? I’m not equipped for that, I could never be the one who does something like that. Leave it to someone else, that proverbial, ‘someone else’.
There’s a story that might change your mind. 2 Kings 5. There’s a nameless servant girl, captured in war and now working in a household that isn’t hers. She says one sentence, and a man’s life totally pivots on it.
The house belongs to Naaman, commander of Syria’s army. Powerful man. Successful man. And he has leprosy. In that world that’s not just a health problem, it’s a slow erasure. Everything he’s built means nothing against the one thing eating away at him.
And the person who points him toward help is a girl with no power and no platform. “Would that my lord were with the prophet who is in Samaria! He would cure him of his leprosy” (2 Kings 5:3).
One verse. That’s all she gets. And the entire story moves because of it.
What’s striking is where her information came from. She’s not a prophet. She’s not trained in anything. She’d heard reports, the kind that travel by word of mouth, about a man named Elisha back in the land she was taken from. Stories about a dead boy raised, about oil that didn’t run dry, about a God who actually shows up and does things. She heard those reports and on face-value, stepped up with courage to risk sharing about them in someone else’s house, a story from the very nation that she had been torn from. Like telling a Chinese official about the love of God, demonstrated in the life, death and resurrection of His Son, Jesus.
She had every reason to keep her mouth shut. This is the army that destroyed her life. Nobody would have blamed her for staying silent, maybe even for a quiet satisfaction watching her captor suffer. Instead she points him toward healing.
That’s not weakness. That’s faith that doesn’t wait for permission to be useful. She wasn’t building a following. She was telling the truth about what she’d heard to the person standing in front of her, because it might actually help him.
And it did. Naaman hears her, and with hope goes to Elisha, gets offended that the cure is so plain, and almost walks away from his own healing because dipping in the Jordan felt beneath him. Then he does it anyway. Seven times. And he comes up clean. “His flesh was restored like the flesh of a young child” (2 Kings 5:14).
Naaman had spent years getting good at not hearing things. The murmurs about his condition, the whispers in the camp, the quiet pity. Power has a way of doing that to a person, it builds you a pair of noise-cancelling headphones and you stop hearing anything that isn’t useful to you. A servant girl’s voice should have been exactly the kind of thing that got filtered out. Background noise. And yet somehow it got through.
What this really means is that God doesn’t go looking for impressive messengers, and He doesn’t wait for people to take their headphones off either. He used a girl nobody bothered to name, with no status and no reason to care, to set the healing of a powerful man in motion. The journey, the gold, the letters between kings, the whole machinery of that story starts because she said something true to someone who needed it, and that someone, for once, actually listened.
So next time that verse pops up and your first thought is “not me”, remember her. She had no name, no platform, no training. She had something she’d heard about what God had done, and she passed it on. That’s the whole job description.
You don’t need people to know your name. You need to know something true about God, and the willingness to say it to the one person in front of you who needs to hear it.
