|Google image ~ reminds me of my Daddy plowing the corn and cotton fields|
And Jesus said, Who touched me? Luke 8:45a
When I walk down the hallway during class changes in my high school of 1800 students, the kids don’t move aside like the Red Sea parting. I’m the petite (five feet tall), grey-haired French teacher. I am treated with courtesy; still I am swallowed up in the sea of teenagers. I barely notice all those who brush against me as I make my way through the crowd.
So, I’m not surprised by Peter’s words to Jesus in this story. (See Luke 8:43-48)
…Master, the multitude throng thee and press thee, and sayest thou, Who touched me? Luke8:45b
What really grips my attention and my heart is what Jesus says and does. The multitude pressed in on him as he made His way through the streets, and many had to have brushed against Him or touched Him outright.
Yet, one touch was different from all the others.
One touch caused Him to pause, and ask, who touched me?
This woman had suffered for twelve years with some unclean illness that had basically ruined her life. None of her efforts had led to a source of healing. Her condition only worsened, and she had spent all she had. She was without hope. Then, having heard about Jesus, she reasoned in her heart that she had to get to Him. She knew He was her only source of hope. She believed that she would be healed, if she could but touch the hem of the Master’s garment. And what did she do? She touched the Master.
(She) Came behind him, and touched the border of his garment; and immediately her issue of blood stanched. Luke 8:44
And Jesus felt her touch. He felt virtue--the very power of God--go out of Himself when she touched Him.
And he said unto her, Daughter, be of good comfort: thy faith hath made thee whole: go in peace. Luke 8:48
I am struck by the simplicity, yet profundity of this event.
You see, Jesus knows us. He knows our hearts. He knows our thoughts. He knows why we come to Him and whether we love Him or not. All the power of God resides in Him. All through the gospels we read stories of Jesus’ healing the sick and saying to many of those who have received His healing, “thy faith hath made thee whole.”
This woman’s faith released His healing power. Her faith connected with His spirit. That kind of living faith releases the very power of God.
I want to approach Jesus like this poor sick woman did, in faith believing. I want to touch Him with living faith.
So again, I say to the Lord, “I believe, help thou my unbelief.” (See Mark 9: 23-24)
Photo courtesy of Jeanne Henriques ~ Collage of Life
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