Crowds were pushing and shoving and everyone was trying to get to Jesus. Above all, one woman was desperate, but she was unclean. She had been bleeding for 12 long years and with doctor after doctor came continuous disappointment. Now, one last hope. She had heard about a Healer, and she was going to get to Him if it was the last thing she did.
She didn’t care about who was in her way. She didn’t care what others would think. Her desperation was driving her to nothing else but touching his clothes, if that was all she could get. She knew it would be enough. She just needed Jesus.
I’m sure some in the crowd had to know this woman and her physical issues. They knew if they touched her they, too, would be unclean.
But it didn’t deter her….she just needed Jesus.
Jesus, Himself, was on His way to a synagogue official’s house. If she touched Him, He would become unclean also. He wouldn’t be able to complete that task.
But she didn’t care…..she just needed Jesus.
People would most likely scold, ridicule and scoff at her. Who knew what they would do to her.
But that didn’t matter…..she just knew she had to get to Jesus.
And she did, and immediately Jesus knew. He knew power had gone out from Himself and He asked (although I’m sure He knew), “Who touched my robe?”
His disciples thought He was crazy for even asking such a question, and the woman….her boldness turned to sheer terror. No worries….the beauty of an encounter with Jesus took over as He called to her, “DAUGHTER!”
I can’t imagine what was going through her head as He issued one of the most precious titles a woman can ever hear….DAUGHTER.
No more disappointing doctor visits, no more enduring the stares and jeers of people, no more shame.
How desperate are you for Jesus? How passionately do you seek Him? Is there a part of you that is “unclean”, that needs the touch of Jesus? Do you have shame from something? Do you need to hear Him say to you, “Daughter, your faith has made you well. Go in peace. Your suffering is over?”
Seek Him….He wants to call out to you, “Daughter…”