My body had bled for so long, I couldn’t remember what it was like before. And that was not the only thing that hurt. People saw me and screamed, “Uncle-e-
For so long, they’d made me stay away.
Always alone, I was lonely. Twelve years is a very long time to be by myself. I was hungry and cold, but that was nothing compared to the pain I felt left to bear the grief on my own.
The pain of the heart is so much harder to endure than the pain of the flesh.
Every shekel I spent on one medicine man after another. Many wouldn’t even touch me. Others sold me curses; things that did not make anyone feel better, but maybe themselves.
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Then, I heard about Jesus.
He is different.
I cannot explain it, but I knew in my spirit and had to get to Him. I believed . . . no, I knew . . . if I could just touch Him, I would heal. Faith was the substance of the things in which I hoped.
He was my chance, my only chance.
Desperate I have nothing left. All my money, all my possessions, anything I had was gone.
I was so weak I did not know if I could press through the crowds. It is against our law for an unclean person to touch another. People tried to keep me away. I had been pushed aside many times.
Everyone gathered around Him. I could get close.
With my hand, I reached through the crowd to grab hold of His robe
And then I felt it, my body stopped bleeding straight away after all those years. I fell to the ground astonished, amazed. After everything I had been through, it was finished.
Tears cleansed me, offered purification.
“Who touched me?” I heard as if through a tunnel, but with no accusation, only acknowledgment. I turned my face to His voice. With all the people reaching for Him, He knew my touch.
Tempted to hold back because of the others, I flinched. Should I be afraid? Then I look into His eyes—after twelve years, He was the first to look me in the eye—and I could not hide. He did not call me unclean and run. He knew my touch and He reached back.
With so many around, He and I were alone. I trembled.
And my words fell out, “I . . . touch You.”
I could not hide, not from Him; I would not hide. My body shook as my story poured forth. My pain dissolved and transformed my soul with thanksgiving and with praise.
As I told
I could feel it. The others stared as usual, but their scorn held no power anymore.
I looked at His face, His beautiful face, and I saw no shame. That is when He poured forth the final blessing, the last healing I so desperately needed when He spoke “Daughter,” He revealed His love for me.
With one touch, He healed my body. With one word, He healed my heart.
When He said, “Go now in peace.”
Strength returned to my body and joy to my soul. I danced as I praised Him. Like a little girl, I swirled ’round the people noticing smiles on their faces.
For the first time in a very long time, I became the object of another’s enjoyment. I’d tried to be invisible because the only awareness I drew was the attention I did not want. But this, this was different.
“Daughter,” He said again, “Be of good comfort; thy faith hath saved thee. Go now in peace” and I could do nothing but . . . go now in peace.
Lord, I ask You for a touch like that today for each one reading, the touch You know they need. Fill them with the joy of Your presence!
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