A woman was there who had been bleeding for twelve years. She had spent her entire livelihood on doctors, but no one could heal her. She came up behind him and touched the hem of his clothes, and at once her bleeding stopped.
“Who touched me?” Jesus asked.
When everyone denied it, Peter said, “Master, the crowds are surrounding you and pressing in on you!”
But Jesus said, “Someone touched me. I know that power has gone out from me.”
When the woman saw that she couldn’t escape notice, she came trembling and fell before Jesus. In front of everyone, she explained why she had touched him and how she had been immediately healed.
“Daughter, your faith has healed you,” Jesus said. “Go in peace.” ~Luke 8:42-48 (CEB)
“When Jesus encountered the hemorrhaging woman, he set aside the Levitical cleanliness laws that had kept this suffering woman separated from the larger community for twelve long year (Matt 9:20-22; March 5:25-34; Luke 8:43-48). Her touch did not offend him nor was he concerned it had made him unclean. Instead he called attention to the fact that she had touched him and that her faith- not his- had made her well. Choosing love and healing to meet human need, Jesus restored the woman’s rightful place into the fellowship of the Israelites by calling her ‘Daughter,’ perhaps recalling the honored memory of another ‘daughter’ of Israel, Bathsheba.” ~From Mother Roots by Helen Bruch Pearson
Lord, You know the things that separate me from Your love. You know the things that separate me from others. Heal my heart O Lord, so that I may feel Your love through Your people. May I dare to reach out and touch the hem of Your robe. May I dare to ask for healing this day. Amen.
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