And, behold, as Barak pursued Sisera, Jael came out to meet him, and said unto him, Come, and I will show thee the man whom thou seekest. And when he came into her tent, behold, Sisera lay dead, and the nail was in his temples.
No one gave him Prozac. He got a job herding sheep. And a wife. And two sons. And settled in a nice little community in a nice little church that his father-in-law pastored. Like most of us, content in our misery. The call to go evangelize half way across the African continent to a country where he was wanted for murder was not, shall we say, convenient.