Posted by: peebles | November 27, 2008

Luke 8:44 (NIV) She came up behind him and touched the edge of his cloak, and immediately her bleeding stopped.

Luke 8:44 (NIV) She came up behind him and touched the edge of his cloak, and immediately her bleeding stopped.


“I am sorry,” said the Doctor to the young girl as he was leaving the house, “there is nothing more I can do, it is best to prepare yourself for the inevitable, try and make you mother as comfortable as possible, she has lost too much blood, and too much weight.” Then he held out his hand for his payment. The girl placed ten shekels into the hand of the Doctor and closed the door behind him, just as she done so a large crowd passed by. Her heart was despondent, her family had tried everything, to heal her mother, every physician had tried the latest treatment, but instead of getting better, over the twelve years her mother grew worse.

Every day was the same routine, when her mother got up; her bed sheets were soaked in blood. They had to be washed clean daily, and her mother had to change her clothing twice a day. She had watched her mother deteriorate from being a strong sprightly woman, to a frail old woman, who had lost so much weight, that her cheeks had swollen in, and her body frame was feeble.


From the room her mother asked in a weak voice, “My child what did the Doctor say?” The young woman could hear mother coughing and spluttering, through her wheezing breath. “I am coming mother, hold on,” said the young woman.

As she entered the room, she was greeted by a smile from her mother, and watched her mother hold out her hand for her to take hold it. The mother asked her daughter, “What was that noise all about out side the house?” The daughter replied, “I think it was a crowd; they seemed to be following that man, you know the one mother, the one everyone has been talking about, Jesus of Nazareth.”

“Jesus of Nazareth!” Said the old woman, with excitement in her voice, her eyes lighting up. As if something just stirred within her, “Jesus of Nazareth, the man who can heal the sick!” She said as her strength within her rallied.

“Mother,” said the young girl, “I am going to my brothers house to tell him what the Doctor said, I will be back very soon.” With that she left.

The old woman thought to herself, ‘if only I can touch the edge of His garment, I will be healed. If only I can reach out to Jesus and touch Him, I will be healed.’ The old woman climbed out of bed, and changed her clothing. Her steps were slow and awkward, as her difficulty in breathing slowed her down. But she wanted to get to Jesus. She went out side her front door, they’re before her stood the large crowd, with people bustling and pushing forward to catch a glimpse of Jesus. But she needed a miracle, she had nothing to lose and everything to gain by going to Jesus.

“‘O’ no, not now,” she cried within herself, as her bleeding started again. The crowd had stopped as a synagogue ruler by the name of Jairus was talking with Jesus. The old woman’s breathing quickened, her heartbeat became faster; because now through the crowd she could see Jesus. He was only but a few feet away. Realizing He was about to walk off with Jairus. She squeezed her hand through the crowd in-between two men, and stretched out her hand through the gap in desperation, with all the strength she could muster. She leaned forward with a last-gasp final push, to reach out and touch the hem of His garment. As soon as her finger touched the garment of Jesus. Immediately her bleeding stop, and she was freed from her suffering! Strength flowed through her body. She stood frozen to the spot, she drew her first clean breath in years without wheezing, as she straightened her body frame and stood in awe of God.


At once Jesus realized that power had gone out from him. He turned around in the crowd and asked, “Who touched my clothes?” “You see the people crowding against you,” his disciples answered, “and yet you can ask, ‘Who touched me?’ ” But Jesus kept looking around to see who had done it. Then the woman, knowing what had happened to her, came and fell at his feet and, trembling with fear, told him the whole truth. He said to her, “Daughter, your faith has healed you. Go in peace and be freed from your suffering.”


The old woman then praised God, and walked to her son’s house, where she walked into the room smiling, and said to her son and daughter, “I have been to Jesus, he has healed me, I am freed from the suffering, I am whole again!” And there was great joy in that house.


My friend, it was not the faith in the hem of His garment that healed the woman, but in Jesus who wore the garment. She reached out in faith to Jesus, He touched her and made her whole.

He touched me, he touched me,

And O what joy shall fill my soul,

Something happened and now I know,

He touched me and made me whole.


When we have come to the end of the rope, hold onto the edge of His garment. When you have tried everything but to no avail, now is the time reach out in faith to Him, the Great Physician, the Balm of Gilead, the Divine healer. Reach out to Jesus, let Him touch you and make you whole.


God bless you my friend, Matthew.


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