March 11, 2016 Cypress, Texas         Dancing Naked Lady on Big Rig Ties up Traffic in Houston

     Well, yes it is true!! Just this week a naked lady who was not in her right frame of mind stopped traffic. The action unfolded on a freeway in the Cypress area which is a suburb of Houston. The freeway was shut down for several hours. Police officers and fire fighters scrambled to assist the disoriented lady off the semi-truck. She evidently ripped off her clothes and climbed up on top of the truck. She hung out there for a couple of hours. 
     I admit it was kinda of funny and outlandish to try and imagine the scene as it unfolded. Well, my imagination needed not to be stretched anymore as people around the action started using social media to post pictures. 
    It hit me immediately the story of the maniac or madman in the Bible. Let's take a look at the story. The same story is actually discussed in three gospels.  Take a peek into what the gospel of Mark says about this man tortured by a legion of demons. 

Mark 5:1-20 MSG

5 1-5 They arrived on the other side of the sea in the country of the Gerasenes. As Jesus got out of the boat, a madman from the cemetery came up to him. He lived there among the tombs and graves. No one could restrain him—he couldn’t be chained, couldn’t be tied down. He had been tied up many times with chains and ropes, but he broke the chains, snapped the ropes. No one was strong enough to tame him. Night and day he roamed through the graves and the hills, screaming out and slashing himself with sharp stones.

6-8 When he saw Jesus a long way off, he ran and bowed in worship before him—then bellowed in protest, “What business do you have, Jesus, Son of the High God, messing with me? I swear to God, don’t give me a hard time!” (Jesus had just commanded the tormenting evil spirit, “Out! Get out of the man!”)

9-10 Jesus asked him, “Tell me your name.”

He replied, “My name is Mob. I’m a rioting mob.” Then he desperately begged Jesus not to banish them from the country.

11-13 A large herd of pigs was browsing and rooting on a nearby hill. The demons begged him, “Send us to the pigs so we can live in them.” Jesus gave the order. But it was even worse for the pigs than for the man. Crazed, they stampeded over a cliff into the sea and drowned.

14-15 Those tending the pigs, scared to death, bolted and told their story in town and country. Everyone wanted to see what had happened. They came up to Jesus and saw the madman sitting there wearing decent clothes and making sense, no longer a walking madhouse of a man.

16-17 Those who had seen it told the others what had happened to the demon-possessed man and the pigs. At first they were in awe—and then they were upset, upset over the drowned pigs. They demanded that Jesus leave and not come back.

18-20 As Jesus was getting into the boat, the demon-delivered man begged to go along, but he wouldn’t let him. Jesus said, “Go home to your own people. Tell them your story—what the Master did, how he had mercy on you.” The man went back and began to preach in the Ten Towns area about what Jesus had done for him. He was the talk of the town.

    It seems that most of us personally do not encounter these kind of interactions with people who are so overtly displaying signs of being  "out of control". Or rather, doing outlandish unexplainable things with no rhyme or reason. Such as stripping off your clothes and refusing to come down off a truck. This poor lady was later taken to a nearby hospital and I would presume she was sedate. Then taken to a psychiatric hospital to be diagnosed with a mental illness. A team of doctors or maybe just one would be assigned to her case to monitor her behavior to see if she could be safely released back into society. A revolving door that releases and takes in and out patients daily.

I keep thinking what if Jesus climbed up that truck and spoke to spiritual battle going on inside of her. 

     "Get out!" would set her free from the chains of confusion, shame, fat, ugly, humiliation, paranoia, hopelessness, stupid, grief, sorrow, disappointment  and all the rest of the emotions that  might have  been buried deep inside of  her soul and taken up up residency over the years. 

     What if I or you who carries, "Christ in you the Hope of glory!" stepped up to that higher level on top of the semi-truck and said the same thing that Jesus did?

"Get out, in Jesus name" 

     Wouldn't that save a lot of tax payers's money, workers time, people not stuck in a traffic jam and maybe one person's life actually changed and saved? 

Getting back to the story in the Bible. 

     The demoniac got dressed and settled down and came to Jesus. He wanted to go be with Jesus. He was obviously changed. Look at the poor pigs. They got the wrong end of the stick. Death by stampede over the cliff! Jesus told the man to go back to his city and share his testimony. Jesus knew more people would believe because they knew the man's state before he had an encounter with Jesus. 

It just takes ONE encounter with Jesus.