Thursday, 11 February 2021
“When she heard about Jesus, she came behind Him in the crowd and touched His garment. For she said, “If only I may touch His clothes, I shall be made well,” – Mark 5:27-28.
Jairus’ daughter was sick to death and he had made haste to come to Jesus begging Him to come and heal her. He was one of the rulers of the synagogue. Jesus obliged and went with him, and a great multitude followed. It’s in this setting that from the crowd a severely sick and distressed woman emerged. She was fully cognizant that Jesus and the great crowd that followed were en route to Jairus’ house because his daughter was gravely ill.
It would be unbecoming and somewhat callous for anyone to distract this very holy and determined procession for anything unless it was between life and death. A child, someone’s daughter, that someone, not an ordinary person, was sick and lay dying. Who in the world in their right mind would intrude into this occasion? These uncomfortable thoughts rang loud in the mind of the barely strong enough to stand woman who had been hemorrhaging for twelve years. Besides she was deemed unclean and had no business to be up and about in public.
This was not happening. No ways. But there was something deep within that wouldn’t let her be and allow her to suffer and bleed to her own death. The recurring thought wouldn’t give her peace of mind, If only I could touch Him I’d be healed. If only I could touch Him I’d healed. If only I could touch Him I’d be healed. It was too tempting, too bold, and too dangerous. What? Would an unclean woman touch the Rabbi? Unheard of. If caught maybe she’d be stoned to death or be banished forever for this kind of sacrilege. Reproach! Blasphemy! She must have thought to herself.
While drowning in the theatre of her own thoughts, something heaved on the inside of her and before she knew what was going on, a virtue beyond anything she’d ever known permeated her entire body leaving her completely whole in its wake. “Shalom, shalom, shalom,” her heart leapt, sang, and glorified GOD. Soon enough her cover was blown when Jesus enquired to whom did His virtue go. Time stood still, the multitude disappeared, there alone she stood, at least that’s how it felt for her.
The once barely alive woman thought to hide in the crowd but no one came forward to claim responsibility. The entourage was standing still, the silence deafening. Now I die, my judgment has arrived. Trembling and fearing she crawled out of the crowd, fell down before Jesus, and awaited her retribution. Yet all she heard was, “Daughter, your faith has made you well,” and not only that but, “go in peace and be healed of your affliction.”
Faith is bold, confident, and courageous against all odds. It is only faith that can access GOD for Him to help us and take away all manner of affliction. It is only faith that pleases GOD. Beyond talking about faith, let’s do faith and be healed physically, financially, and so on. He who comes to GOD must believe, Hebrews 11:6.
Beyond talking about faith, let’s do faith and be healed physically, financially, and so on