In Mark 5 it recounts the story of the woman with the issue of blood. For 12 long years she was an outcast, lonely, and deemed unclean. Then she heard about Jesus. She started hearing stories of His miracles and her heart lept. She knew- that if she could just get close enough to touch the hem of his robe she would be made well.
So often I feel like I can relate to this woman. For years I had my own ailments, heck I still have sickness and disease that plagues my body. There are moments when I feel like I wish I could just touch him, even just the hem of his robe.
I tend to forget that when Jesus left this world, he left a gift for us. His Holy Spirit. I tend to forget he left more than just one gift for us, his word. Tangible, living, breathing gifts. Something I dare say is similar to the hem of his robe. Something I dare say has just as much power and just as much ability to provide healing, comfort, peace, and redemption.
So often I get distracted with what I wish would be, how I wish I had access to Him, or that if I could just touch Him everything would change. This distraction leads me so far astray that I even forget that He came to make a way for me to have access to all of that. It’s so simple but I get in the way of myself and am blinded by the seemingly impossible.
A little bit further in Mark chapter 8 it retells the miracle of Jesus healing the blind man. In this story we’re told that Jesus had to touch him twice in order for his sight to be fully restored. This is so purposeful. I was reminded that at any one time in our life we may have been able to see more than we can right now- but because of Jesus and his healing power we can have our sight restored. I was made aware through Jesus’ healing of this man that our restoration may not come all at once. Just like the blind man. Sometimes we may need a few healing touches from Jesus in order to get a clearer perspective.
This story captures a rather interesting detail. Jesus use spit. Saliva. Um- gross. Once reflecting on this truth, I was so ready and willing to ask my Father (for lack of a better term) spit on me until I’m made whole. If that’s what it takes, I want it. And Lord, while you’re at it, don’t stop at just the one time- make it constant. A faucet of Jesus poured out on me. I’ll take it. I’ve never been so fond of spit until now.
Relating to these two stories I realize that I fully resemble these two, in need of healing. In need of an intervention by the King who was gracious enough to make a way for me to gain access to all of it thousands of years down the road. Because of his blood, because of his Holy Spirit, because of his miracles, because of his shameful death, I have complete access to recieve his healing touch. I have gained a way to touch a piece of his robe, I have the ability to allow his healing touch, and not just once or twice- but for as many touches it takes to make me whole.
What I love about all this, is it applies to EVERYONE.
YOU are the beloved you are the one he loves.
2 Corinthians 5:18-21
All this is from God,<span class="crossreference" value="(A)” style=”font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;”> who reconciled us to himself through Christ<span class="crossreference" value="(B)” style=”font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;”>
and gave us the ministry of reconciliation: that God was reconciling the world to himself in Christ, not counting people’s sins against them.<span class="crossreference" value="(C)” style=”font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;”>
And he has committed to us the message of reconciliation. We are therefore Christ’s ambassadors,<span class="crossreference" value="(D)” style=”font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;”>
as though God were making his appeal through us.<span class="crossreference" value="(E
)” style=”font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;”> We implore you on Christ’s behalf: Be reconciled to God. God made him who had no sin<span class="crossreference" value="(G)” style=”font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;”>
to be sin for us, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God.
There are so many stories of Jesus being a healer. Another amazing example is this:
While Jesus was in one of the towns, a man came along who was covered with Leprosy.
When he saw Jesus, he fell with his face to the ground and begged him,
“Lord, if you are willing, you can make me clean.”
Jesus reached out his hand and touched the man.
“I am willing,” he said. “Be clean!”
Immediately the leprosy left him.
Then Jesus ordered him, “Don’t tell anyone, but go, show yourself to the priest and offer the sacrifices that Moses commanded for your cleansing, as a testimony to them.”
Yes the news about him spread all the more, so crowds of people came to hear him and to be healed of their sicknesses.
You guys- the Great I am, the great physician is on call 24/7! What I love about this is Jesus first states that he is the “I am”, and directly following this he describes his character- willing.
The Great I Am is Willing.
The alpha, the omega, the great I am, the Begining and the End, is willing.
This is more than enough to bring me to my knees, flat on my face, boldly seeking and asking of The Lord.
I wait in hope and expectation and confidence that He will show up- and he is always willing because that’s who he is and that’s never changed, nor will it ever change.
If only I may touch his clothes, I shall be made well….
Impossibilities- to completely possible.