A woman who had suffered a condition of hemorrhaging for twelve years—a long succession of physicians had treated her, and treated her badly, taking all her money and leaving her worse off than before—had heard about Jesus.
She slipped in from behind and touched his robe. She was thinking to herself, “If I can put a finger on his robe, I can get well.” The moment she did it, the flow of blood dried up. She could feel the change and knew her plague was over and done with.
At the same moment, Jesus felt energy discharging from him. He turned around to the crowd and asked, “Who touched my robe?”
His disciples said, “What are you talking about? With this crowd pushing and jostling you, you’re asking, ‘Who touched me?’ Dozens have touched you!”
But he went on asking, looking around to see who had done it.
The woman, knowing what had happened, knowing she was the one, stepped up in fear and trembling, knelt before him, and gave him the whole story.
Jesus said to her, “Daughter, you took a risk of faith, and now you’re healed and whole. Live well, live blessed!
Mark 5: 25-34
|English: Christ healing a bleeding woman Photo from Catacombes of Rome Source: http://campus.belmont.edu/honors/CatPix/womanblood.jpg Over 1500 years old 2d art (Photo credit: Wikipedia)|
A risk of faith, and now you’re healed and whole. Live well, live blessed!
This story, Lord, sheds so much light on Your care, Your love, Your compassion, Your desire for us.
This woman, so sick for so long, took the chance to reach out to You. To touch even just the edge of your being. Not really You, but the hem of Your robe. Barely connecting with You, You chose to heal her.
She took the risk.
I play it too safe, Lord. I don’t allow myself to reach out for that God-size dream. I cling to fear instead of You. I resist living each day claiming Your promises. I don’t take that first step, to venture into the unknown, reaching out with only a mustard seed of faith.
Today Lord I extend my hand towards You.
Scarcely connecting with You – Your arms capture me and bring me into Your healing embrace.
I turn to You, keep my eyes only on You and You restore me with Your blessings.
Like this woman, Lord, I kneel before You and tell You my story.
In turn, You listen, love and heal my heart. You impart Your gifts upon me to live well and live blessed.
Lord, You don’t require much. I only have to take the risk in reaching out and Your tender and powerful hands will catch me and lift me up.
And I am healed.