She had a serious medical problem. She had been bleeding for twelve years. Desperate for help, she had tried every medical option available to her. She had spent all her money visiting every doctor. She could find no cure.
Imagine being her. Doctor appointment after doctor appointment. She tried every medicinal and herbal remedy. She spent her last dollar. For what? None of the doctors could heal her. In fact, her condition worsened. She could find no cure.
She was in the crowd on that fateful day. It was a huge crowd with people bumping into each other with every move. Everywhere she turned, there were more people. They were waiting to hear the man speak. The man called Jesus. Everyone was talking about him. They had heard of the miracles this man could perform. They were amazed and curious. Would he perform a miracle that day?
She reached for the hem of Jesus’ garment. Grasping for the last straw of hope. What else had she tried? Quick fixes from old wives’ tales. Every doctor that friends and neighbors had recommended. She was desperate. She needed relief. Twelve years is a long time to suffer.
When the poor and needy seek water, and there is none, and their tongue is parched with thirst, I the Lord will answer them, I the God of Israel will not forsake them. I will open rivers on the bare heights, and fountains in the midst of the valleys; I will make the wilderness a pool of water, and the dry land springs of water. Isaiah 41:17-18
Would I have been willing to reach out and touch the garment? Would I have dared to think the impossible might happen just by grasping onto the hem of fabric? But oh. It wasn’t the garment that was powerful. It wasn’t the pushing and shoving of people that caused her to reach out. It was a desperate faith. An act of pure trusting belief. What could it hurt? Right? Just to touch his garment? Who would even know?
But at that touch, he felt the surge of power leave his body. He felt the instantaneous parting of God’s healing power flow from him through that hemline into someone else. And she knew that she had been healed. She knew that her act of faith had been revealed.
Have you ever been at your wit’s end? You’ve tried everything you can think of. Exhausted your budget. And nothing worked. Nothing you tried could fix the problem. It continued to worsen. You could see no hope in sight. You had nowhere to turn. Then suddenly, in the midst of searching, a solution arises from the fog of despair. You reach out to touch the hem of the garment as the Miracle Maker walks by. You dare to dream again of a pain free life. You dare to imagine life and health restored. Or relationships healed. Or wayward children come home. Once you’ve touched the garment, there’s no turning back. You felt the power of belief. You experienced the healing you sought.
The thing is. In order for her miracle to happen. In order for her to be healed. She had to reach out and touch the hem of the garment as Jesus walked by. If she had never reached out, she wouldn’t have been healed. She would have continued down the path of suffering. I wonder. How many times do I have a miracle within my grasp, but I don’t reach out. How often has the opportunity for a miracle walked right by me, and I didn’t bravely reach outside my comfort zone? What miracles have I missed in life because I wasn’t obedient?
Hoping for a miracle? Looking for a cure? Reach out and touch the One who makes miracles happen.