…following from a distance…always following from a distance.
If only I could touch the edge of His Robe…I know that’s all it would take.
There are always people around Him as He walks…walking beside Him, walking backwards in front of Him to ask a question, following closely behind Him, chasing after Him to catch every word.
Sick of feeling sick, sick of its affect on my life
…how it affects everything I do.
In an instant, He could cure me!
I rush in to be part of the crowd and barely graze His Robe with my hand.
He spins around.
“Who touched My Garments?”
I speak up ~ more to explain His look to the others than to explain anything to Him. He looks into my eyes, but I know He sees inside. He knows that I touched Him. We understand one another.
What do I want to tell Him?
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This passage comes very alive to me….years ago, at St. Mark's, on World Day of Prayer, we did a play on this story. I played the part of the woman with the hemorrhage…it was performed by the Church's altar. I still remember how I felt so sure Jesus would heal me if I just touched his garment, without saying a word or any need to…I didn't even need him to acknowledge that I did so…By God's grace, I felt this woman's great faith. Thanks Monica for the reminder!