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THE STRUGGLE
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THE STRUGGLE
She had heard about the Rabbi.
A man claimed that he was once blind but now could see after the Rabbi from Galilee had touched his eyes.
She had heard another man tell her that he had been paralyzed until the man named Jesus commanded him to walk.
Someone else showed her his hands and told her that they had been once been scared by leprosy.
A friend told her that the Rabbi even cured an older woman of a fever and the woman’s son-in-law was now counted among his followers.
Other reports from relatives and friends from Capernaum were always the same.
This man had special powers; maybe just maybe he could cure her.
He was not hard to find.
She just looked for a large group of people, getting close to him would prove to be more difficult.
There were no ticket marshals to organize people into an orderly line.
Everyone wanted his attention.
People were pushing to get close to him.
They were shouting and calling out his name.
She wondered how she could get near enough for him to notice her.
She was not strong enough to fight through the crowd.
People were not going to step aside and allow her to approach.
NO TIME FOR ME
In all the commotion of the crowd, she heard the news.
Jesus was going to the house of Jairus the ruler of the synagogue because his daughter was sick.
She was not surprised.
Jairus was an important man in the community.
He had prestige and money.
Everyone respected him.
He looked after the synagogue.
He devoted many hours to the upkeep and maintenance of the building.
With the local Rabbi, he conducted the Sabbath service.
Of course, Jesus would give time to such a man but with this news, her heart was saddened because she realized that Jesus would not have time for the likes of her.
He would be too busy.
The young daughter of a synagogue ruler was more important than an old woman.
Besides, the young girl was dying.
Jesus could not be delayed.
Her problem could wait.
She had been bleeding for twelve years and could bleed for another twelve.
Her illness did not posse a threat to her life.
No one else was effected by her suffering.
Even if it took her life, who would grief?
For a moment, she wondered how she could get his attention.
Then she had an idea.
She would not need his attention.
She would not even need to talk to him.
All she needed to do was touch the hem of his garment.
A SUPERSTITIOUS FAITH
If it worked, this remedy would be a lot easier than the others she tried and a lot less expensive.
Once a priest had given her a piece of gum from Alexandria, a portion of alum, and a crocus.
He told her to press them together and put them in a glass of wine that had a drop of blood.
The mixture looked strange but she drank it.
When her bleeding did not stop another holy man gave her three pints of Persian onions to boil in wine.
When she drank it, he said “Arise from thy flux.”
The cocktail tasted sweet but the bleeding continued.
Another holy man then led her to the corner of two intersecting streets.
He asked her several questions.
That was nice.
It had been a long time since anyone asked her to tell her story and she was very lonely.
However, while she was talking another man sneaked up behind her and yelled, “Arise from thy flux.”
Startled she jumped and then realized that the questions were just part of the ceremony to distract her.
The holy man was not really interested in hearing her story.
On the advice of a friend, she feed a white she donkey barley corn.
She returned to the stall later that evening and removed the half-digested kernels of corn from the droppings of the animal.
She carried them in a pouch for several days but her bleeding continued.[1]
After trying all these remedies from the Talmud, she restored to the doctors who charged a fee.
She was once a wealthy woman but now she was nearly penniless.
The doctors were expensive but not very effective.
They had an unlimited number of ideas but their ideas only depleted her purse and the blood continued to flow.
Jairus could afford to bring this traveling Rabbi to his house but she could not.
She would have to rely on a simple touch of his garment.
THE RIGHT PLACE, THE RIGHT TIME
She decided to come to Jesus from behind.
The crowd was thinner.
She was able to work her way closer and closer to Jesus.
Some may have known her and did not want to touch her, maybe some were courteous to an old woman, and maybe some sensed her determined spirit.
Whatever their reason the crowd did not push her aside or trample her.
As the she walked closer to the Rabbi a crack in the wall of people appeared.
When he got within her reach, she stretched out her hand.
For a brief moment, time stopped for both Jesus and the woman.
In a vivid technicolor moment which lives in her eternal memory, she felt healing course through her body, and she was whole!
Without a word Jesus’ power completely healed her in the anonymity of the jostling throng.
The same power which he used to make the sea instantly lie flat and to restore the raving demoniac healed her long-standing illness.[2]
Jesus realized that power had gone forth and someone had been healed but he was not going to let that person go unnoticed.
He called out, “Who touched me?”
The disciples were stunned.
They may have thought the question stupid but not one of them would say it, instead they responded by stating the obvious.
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But Jesus would not accept their answer.
He wanted a name and he wanted a face to go with the name.The woman’s heart was throbbing with joy and fear.
Her eyes were tearing.
The Rabbi was asking her to stand before the crowd.
She wanted to run and hide.
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