25-29A 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. 30At the same moment, Jesus felt energy discharging from him. He turned around to the crowd and asked, “Who touched my robe?” 31His disciples said, “What are you talking about? With this crowd pushing and jostling you, you’re asking, ‘Who touched me?’ Dozens have touched you!” 32-33But 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. 34Jesus said to her, “Daughter, you took a risk of faith, and now you’re healed and whole. Live well, live blessed! Be healed of your plague.”
I’m caught up somewhere between confusion and astonishment; amazement and bewilderment, I’m confused and I understand.
I read the above story & I believe without the slightest doubt that Jesus can and is able to heal anyone at any moment — I believe that He is JEHOVAH-RAPHA, the Lord our Healer.
But, the thing that I find most interesting and attention grabbing is the details. First of all, the woman had the issue of blood for 12 years… TWELVE YEARS… and how many times do you think she went to sleep, begging “God” to heal her? I’ll bet quite a few. I’ll bet she felt alone, she felt ashamed, she probably felt dirty — and she spent 12 years like that. And, of course, God knew.
And then, this may be a bold statement but — I believe it’s true — Jesus didn’t stop everything that he was doing, knowing that she’d been there bleeding for 12 years and seek her out — no, she came to him, tired and desperate and she thought to herself If only I can touch the bottom of his robe — THAT will heal me.She believed that He was able to heal her; she knew without ever speaking to him that He was a healer.
Another amazing detail is this — Jesus was on his way to heal someone else. That’s right — He was following a little girls dad, to a little girl who was very sick, in order to heal her. And, the most amazing part of the story is this — Jesus Christ, the Healer, He allowed this woman to touch his robe, in the middle of his journey, he offered her healing for both her body & her soul; he made her whole.
And, the little girl died.
Stay with me.
He was walking from where he was — to where He needed to be (healing the little girl) and he was interrupted; He stopped what He was doing and spent time listening to every thing this woman had to say — and then, he continued to walk to the home where the little girl was — after she had DIED and simply said to her, “Little girl, get up.” and she did.
So, I say all of this — to say, Jesus is in complete control & in my perfect world, Jesus Christ would have run so fast to my daughter, to find her still alive and to make her well… and I would have slept well that night.
I would have never given a second thought to the woman with the issue of blood.
So, I’ve decided that THIS is the way that I’m going to look at my journey — Jesus could come, today and He could heal my body & make me whole. I believe that more than anything else in this world — but I believe more than that, that Jesus is able to heal many woman between now and when He does finally heal me — so I’m going to trust that those woman, being made whole, are worth his stopping for and listening to and reaching.