In the crowd that day there was a woman who for twelve years had been afflicted with hemorrhages. She had spent every penny she had on doctors but not one had been able to help her. She slipped in from behind and touched the edge of Jesus’ robe. At that very moment her hemorrhaging stopped. Jesus said, “Who touched me?” Luke 8:43-45
Who touched me? Maybe He was really saying, “Who touched my heart? Who drew from my well of compassion?” Jesus’ questions are always much deeper than the words spoken. He knew the crowd was jostling around Him. Many were bumping into Him by accident, but only one touched Him on purpose! This was no ordinary pat-on-the-back touch. This was a touch of desperate need! Jesus knew the difference.
How often do we come to Jesus almost by accident or with a passing jostle? Oh, there You are, Jesus. So glad I bumped into You today. I’m going Your way, please don’t mind if I get ahead of You, or lag a little behind. I really do want to see what You’ll do next, but my schedule is full today. Or do we push through the crowd of busy schedules, tough circumstances, physical or emotional pain, confusion or disappointment because we know if we can just touch Him, help and healing will come. Just touching the hem of His garment with our faith will be enough.
Dear Father, please help us to slow down and realize that just one touch of your garment first thing each day will provide the strength, healing and wisdom we need to navigate the day successfully.
