Who was it that touched me?
As Jesus went, the people pressed around him. And there was a woman who had had a discharge of blood for twelve years, and though she had spent all her living on physicians, she could not be healed by anyone. She came up behind him and touched the fringe of his garment, and immediately her discharge of blood ceased. And Jesus said, “Who was it that touched me?” When all denied it, Peter said, “Master, the crowds surround you and are pressing in on you!”
But Jesus said, “Someone touched me, for I perceive that power has gone out from me.” And when the woman saw that she was not hidden, she came trembling, and falling down before him declared in the presence of all the people why she had touched him, and how she had been immediately healed. And he said to her, “Daughter, your faith has made you well; go in peace.”
This story is unlike others where Jesus had an active part in a person's healing. Reading the account of a woman being made whole by simply touching Jesus' clothes astounds me. That the Lord sensed power leaving him causes me to wonder about the nature of Christ and of faith. Do you sense the desperation in this woman who had been sick for so very long? Can you envision her stooping down as she came to Jesus? I can imagine her crawling towards Jesus.
It is a moving scene that speaks to me of a woman who had abandoned all hope of ever being well again. And then she heard of a man who opened blind eyes and deaf ears. Can you sense faith arising in her soul as she approached the great physician? Can you feel with her as healing flowed into her body? It reminds me of the difference between bumping into God and touching him with faith. Many bumped into him that day but only one touched him with faith.
Help me to understand how to touch you in faith Lord.