Jesus is making his way through the streets with a large crowd thronging around him. It's hot and close and overwhelming. One woman, in the midst, looks around wide eyed:
It took so much strength just to be here,
to stand in the crowd feeling my life’s blood draining away.
If the people hemming me in knew about me, they would shun me.
It would have been safer to stay at home,
or at least to stick to the back of the crowd,
watching, listening, but not participating
What am I doing?
It’s not safe to touch him.
Not for someone like me.
But perhaps, just the edge of his cloak…
Is this the same body which has troubled me for 12 years?
He’s turning, he’s looking for me.
It isn’t safe
I could run
No-one need know.
But I won’t. I can’t.
My body, my clean, strong body, won’t allow me to.
It knows him. It falls to its knees before him.
He calls me daughter.
He is in and of my blood.
And I am healed.
We thank you for your
25 Now there was a woman who had been suffering from haemorrhages for twelve years. 26 She had endured much under many physicians, and had spent all that she had; and she was no better, but rather grew worse. 27 She had heard about Jesus, and came up behind him in the crowd and touched his cloak, 28 for she said, ‘If I but touch his clothes, I will be made well.’ 29 Immediately her haemorrhage stopped; and she felt in her body that she was healed of her disease. 30 Immediately aware that power had gone forth from him, Jesus turned about in the crowd and said, ‘Who touched my clothes?’ 31 And his disciples said to him, ‘You see the crowd pressing in on you; how can you say, “Who touched me?”’ 32 He looked all round to see who had done it. 33 But the woman, knowing what had happened to her, came in fear and trembling, fell down before him, and told him the whole truth. 34 He said to her, ‘Daughter, your faith has made you well; go in peace, and be healed of your disease.’