Not that long ago, I wrote a series that surrounded the theme of “Never Confuse a Deborah with a Jezebel”. Today, I want to spend just a moment and add to that thought with:
Never confuse a broken woman with a Jezebel.
When she first appeared on the scene, she was shy and timid. Gifted. Talented. Hard worker. Quiet. I figured it would take a bit for her to become comfortable around us and then she’d come out of her shell.
In just a matter of a few encounters later, what I saw was a completely different woman. Unhinged. Out of control. Loud. Boisterous. I was so struck by her behavior, that I thought to myself that this woman must have been under the influence of something.
By the end of the evening I thought I had encountered a Jezebel. Perhaps her reserved nature was simply as way to slink into the group, to get people to like her… before her true nature and intentions would be exposed.
Truth be told, my instincts were right… something was off. But, my interpretation of those instincts was off the mark as well. This wasn’t a Jezebel, this was a broken woman. She was wounded. She was treading water. She was trying to keep it all together, and it was falling apart at her feet. Grasping to maintain a sense of normalcy, building up a wall to keep people from seeing how badly she was hurting.
She was like one of those viral videos you see where the animal is trapped in an icy lake, and even though there is a person trying to rescue the poor beast… it thrashes and flails. Screeching out in terror, winging its limbs about, and even becoming a danger to the very thing that is trying to rescue it.
This animal is already in a bad situation, fight or flight has set in… there is no logic or reason. We watch from the outside thinking… “if you would just stop fighting, let yourself be saved”. We can see the hero coming to the rescue. We know that even though it’s probably even a bit painful in the way the animal is being round up, it is for it’s own good. But none the less, the animal is panic stricken. It doesn’t know.
We don’t always know, when we are in the thick of things, those who are actually trying to help us. As believers we know that God is with us, but we don’t always have the clear discernment of knowing who He has sent to help and who is out to harm. Our fight or flight has already been set into motion. We see threat everywhere, and we respond by fighting… yelling… flailing about… even to the point of making the situation harder for ourselves and those who are trying to help us.
We must be wise. But that is hard when we lack clarity.
I’ve never been so glad to find out that I was wrong about a person. Now, instead of seeing a person I needed to be wary of, I saw her differently. I responded differently. It also served as a lesson to me about being to quick to judge circumstances at a superficial level. Had I gone to the Lord first, perhaps He would have opened my eyes to her pain and brokenness sooner.
Every day I learn more and more about the wounded people that walk my city streets every day. I realize that not ever “disgruntled spirit” is someone who is out to hurt or destroy. They are not all Jezebels. They are the woman at the well. They are the woman accused of adultery. They are the woman who had just two coins to her name. They are broken women, wounded men. They need to not be cast aside as Jezebels, but instead introduced to the Savior. Even, if they are kicking and flailing as He mends their heart.