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Mark 5:27-30
She had heard about Jesus, and came up behind him in the
crowd and touched his cloak, for
she said, ‘If I but touch his clothes, I will be made well.’ Immediately her hemorrhage stopped;
and she felt in her body that she was healed of her disease. Immediately aware that power had gone
forth from him, Jesus turned about in the crowd and said, ‘Who touched my
clothes?’
Bridging
I
don’t know what the worst feeling in the world is, but feeling separated from
the great love you need and crave must be high on the list.
It
also one of the easiest to remedy. All it takes is the smallest gesture, a
knowing glance, a gentle word, the touch of a hand.
It’s
mysterious, but it is through these that healing flows and soothes the heart
that wants only to know the great love which every heart needs.
If only …
I can touch him. If only … today … I can hear a word of grace. If only … I can
feel great love touching, flowing into me … I will be healed. My heart will
burst wide open. I will lift my hands to the sky and give thanks for life in
all its beauty.
No,
the woman did not say these things. But it is not hard to think thoughts like
these stirred in the wounded silence of her heart. They are human … our … wants
and needs. We need the word, the glance, the touch of a hand that obliterates
the separateness between us, bridging the distance between us and the great
love that alone fills and heals the heart.
We
also need her openness and her faith on difficult days when that distance feels
great and impassable.
She
trusted … she knew there is great grace in Jesus that he refuses to keep to
himself. It is for everyone. It is for us, and although we may feel distant
from that great love … the moment of touch will come and we know what is there
for us all along.
So
even on difficult days, even after years of feeling separated from the great
healing love God is, her heart remains open and ready for a knowing glance, a
gentle word, the touch of a hand … that bridges the gap and makes the heart
sing.
Touch
us today, Great Love. We long to sing.
Pr.
David L. Miller
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