Luke 8: 43-48
A woman in the crowd had suffered for
twelve years with constant bleeding, and
she could find no cure. Coming up behind
Jesus, she touched the fringe of his robe.
Immediately, the bleeding stopped.
Who touched me? Jesus asked.
Everyone denied it, and Peter said, Master,
this whole crowd is pressing up against
you.
But Jesus said, Someone deliberately
touched me, for I felt healing power go out
from me. When the woman realized that
she could not stay hidden, she began to
tremble and fell to her knees before him.
The whole crowd heard her explain why
she had touched him and that she had
been immediately healed.
Daughter, he said to her, your faith has
made you well. Go in peace.
There is a painting by Simon Dewey
depicting this scene from the New
Testament. In this painting, you see the
lower half of Jesus, wearing white robes
and brown sandals, walking ahead of a
number of people. You see the hands of
several of these people some hanging by
their sides, others appearing to reach
downward, toward a woman lying on the
ground behind Jesus; a look of longing and
of pure desperation on her face as she
reaches for the fringe of Jesus robes
before he takes one step further away.
You can see it on her face, within her grasp- I am about to be healed.
For me, the beauty of this image is that I
know the desperation this woman has
faced. All of my hope, all of my pain, all of
my desire is captured beautifully on the
face of this woman. There is a definitive
desperation that belongs to a woman who
is trying to get pregnant. Longing for a child
is one of the loneliest feelings I have ever
faced. Every single month, every single day,
every single breath the desperation can
be consuming to a suffocating end. I see
myself as this woman, faced with a longing
to be healed with the belief that if I just
tried hard enough, if I just reached far
enough, if I could somehow grasp the
robes of Jesus, I could be blessed, my body
could be healed I will be blessed with a
child.
The reality for this woman is that she was,
in fact, healed. Jesus said, I felt healing
power go out from me. This womans
powerful faith actually touched Jesus as she
reached to him with all that her body could
physically allow. This woman had risen
above mere hope, she had passed the
point of thinking such thoughts as maybe
possibly I hope She was literally
reaching to Christ with the absolute
knowledge that Jesus Christ was her Savior
and that he was there to heal HER.
You have this faith within you dear sisters.
Through the frustrating and disappointing
ends of every two week wait, through the
heartbreaking phone calls from doctors,
through the darkness, anger and defeat of
a miscarriage, you still have your faith. You
still have your strength. You still have that
sheer determination to reach out and
touch the very essence of healing through
every prayer said with your hands lifted
high, your face turned upward in a
desperate plea reaching up to touch the
robes of Jesus.
Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask for in
prayer, believe that you have received it,
and it will be yours. ~ Mark 11:24
Believe this.
The LORD has heard my cry for mercy; the
LORD accepts my prayer. ~ Psalm 6:9
Believe this.
If you remain in me and my words remain
in you, ask whatever you wish, and it will
be done for you. ~ John 15:7
Believe this.
Ask and it will be given to you; seek and
you will find; knock and the door will be
opened to you. For everyone who asks
receives; the one who seeks finds; and to
the one who knocks, the door will be
opened. ~ Matthew 7:7-8
Believe this.
A woman in the crowd had suffered for
twelve years with constant bleeding, and
she could find no cure. Coming up behind
Jesus, she touched the fringe of his robe.
Immediately, the bleeding stopped.
Who touched me? Jesus asked.
Everyone denied it, and Peter said, Master,
this whole crowd is pressing up against
you.
But Jesus said, Someone deliberately
touched me, for I felt healing power go out
from me. When the woman realized that
she could not stay hidden, she began to
tremble and fell to her knees before him.
The whole crowd heard her explain why
she had touched him and that she had
been immediately healed.
Daughter, he said to her, your faith has
made you well. Go in peace.
There is a painting by Simon Dewey
depicting this scene from the New
Testament. In this painting, you see the
lower half of Jesus, wearing white robes
and brown sandals, walking ahead of a
number of people. You see the hands of
several of these people some hanging by
their sides, others appearing to reach
downward, toward a woman lying on the
ground behind Jesus; a look of longing and
of pure desperation on her face as she
reaches for the fringe of Jesus robes
before he takes one step further away.
You can see it on her face, within her grasp- I am about to be healed.
For me, the beauty of this image is that I
know the desperation this woman has
faced. All of my hope, all of my pain, all of
my desire is captured beautifully on the
face of this woman. There is a definitive
desperation that belongs to a woman who
is trying to get pregnant. Longing for a child
is one of the loneliest feelings I have ever
faced. Every single month, every single day,
every single breath the desperation can
be consuming to a suffocating end. I see
myself as this woman, faced with a longing
to be healed with the belief that if I just
tried hard enough, if I just reached far
enough, if I could somehow grasp the
robes of Jesus, I could be blessed, my body
could be healed I will be blessed with a
child.
The reality for this woman is that she was,
in fact, healed. Jesus said, I felt healing
power go out from me. This womans
powerful faith actually touched Jesus as she
reached to him with all that her body could
physically allow. This woman had risen
above mere hope, she had passed the
point of thinking such thoughts as maybe
possibly I hope She was literally
reaching to Christ with the absolute
knowledge that Jesus Christ was her Savior
and that he was there to heal HER.
You have this faith within you dear sisters.
Through the frustrating and disappointing
ends of every two week wait, through the
heartbreaking phone calls from doctors,
through the darkness, anger and defeat of
a miscarriage, you still have your faith. You
still have your strength. You still have that
sheer determination to reach out and
touch the very essence of healing through
every prayer said with your hands lifted
high, your face turned upward in a
desperate plea reaching up to touch the
robes of Jesus.
Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask for in
prayer, believe that you have received it,
and it will be yours. ~ Mark 11:24
Believe this.
The LORD has heard my cry for mercy; the
LORD accepts my prayer. ~ Psalm 6:9
Believe this.
If you remain in me and my words remain
in you, ask whatever you wish, and it will
be done for you. ~ John 15:7
Believe this.
Ask and it will be given to you; seek and
you will find; knock and the door will be
opened to you. For everyone who asks
receives; the one who seeks finds; and to
the one who knocks, the door will be
opened. ~ Matthew 7:7-8
Believe this.