Having HAD an issue of blood

Having HAD an Issue of Blood

Luke 8:43-48* 

By Chase Willden

                “Let the master through” hollered a man who was in the middle of the crowd. The crowd wouldn't listen though, they just continued in their own worlds, not worrying about another living soul. The crowd thickened and hundreds of people were trying to squeeze through the small streets of Jerusalem. It’s towards evening, so the heat is still intense and the density of the crowd was thronging.

                A certain women was concerned, yet determined to dig her way through the crowd, but she found hardly any success. She looked up and saw in the midst of all these people, in a short distance, a man headed towards her direction. She knew exactly who he was, his warn out red robe with faded white under clothing. She was sick for quite some time now, around twelve years. She was sick, even close to being within years of her deathbed, she lost all hope in recovering, but she had heard of this one man, who was known for his performing of miracles. This was her one and only chance, it was worth a shot.

                This man with a few others was pinching their way through the crowd. She knew he was on an errand because of the way he was going through the crowd, so she did not want to bother him. As he was drawing closer and closer, this woman was feeling something in her, a spark. Something she only heard of, but now she felt it, a joy, a peace, and what she was looking for, a hope. The intensity grew and grew as he approached, her heart was swelling and tears were almost forming in her eyes.

                The man was walking past and she couldn’t do it, she was too frightened. There were too many people and this man was in too much of a rush, so she decided not to bother him. Right as he passed her heart sank. She remembered this is her only hope, her only chance of being healed, so something moved her. She realized if she didn’t do it now, she would possibly never get another chance to be healed. So she bottle up the courage, all she had, all her will power and worked her way through the crowd. She climbed through the people, looked up, and realized she was within a couple of feet of him. She knew she couldn’t touch him, so as the crowd started pulling her back, she realized this was her chance. As this man walked, his robe swung up and she grasped a hold of the edge, even touched the edge of his robe.

                She no longer felt weak, she felt strong, and she was healed. This weight, which was weighing on her shoulders and mind, was dissipated completely. After her finger brushed the edge of his garment, she coughed trying to catch her breath because of this shock, this excitement, and her new life. A smile broke out on her face, but soon left.

                This man, whom she touched, stopped and asked whoever would listen, “Who touched me?” The crowd stopped and started to gather into a circle, gathering around this man. This woman, trying to squeeze through the crowd, couldn't because the crowd was too thick. The crowd silenced and a few whispers broke out. A fear broke out among her face because she knew that it was only moments before she was no longer hid.

                Peter, along with a couple of others, looked at this man, whom many loved, and asked, “Master the multitude throng thee and press thee and sayest thou who touched me?” Many people had a puzzled look on their face, not knowing what the reply to Peter’s statement will be. Peter at this time recognized this man, whose name is Jesus, was serious and eh was going to be teaching whoever touched his clothing.

                Jesus looked in the crowd, and a small smile formed in the corner of his mouth, while he replied to Peter’s question, “Somebody hath touched me: for I perceive that a virtue is gone out of me.” Peter and a few others stepped back and watched. The crowd, silent at this moment, looked puzzled and all were wondering, who touched this man? The crowd looks around trying to solve this mystery.

                This woman’s legs were shaking because she knew she could no longer remain hidden. Her breath shortened and a sweat broke out on her forehead. She was frightened and she was a very shy individual, one who could not even speak in front of a crowd. She looks throughout the crowd at these condemning eyes, then looked up at this man named Jesus, whom many calls their Savior, or even the actual Messiah, one who is known in the records of Jerusalem, the one who is to save the world from sin. She looked at him in his eyes and at this time she felt comforted.

                She stuck one foot into the circle of people; she knew many eyes were looking on her, all curious. As she slowly walked to our Savior, her legs started to give out, causing them to wobble and she started to tremble, so she quickly came before the master. Her legs finally gave out, causing her to fall on her knees. She looked up into his face and saw the biggest smile and comfort in his eyes.

                She, who was kneeling before the Messiah, told him and the crowd everything. She told them why she touched him, to how she miraculously got healed, to now. She told it all. She got emotional, tears started to flow down her cheeks. The crowd is standing in awe, wondering how the Savior is going to react to this confession.

                So our Savior looked at her, and smiled, and took a deep calm breath, and lovingly and respectively declared to her, “Daughter, be of good comfort.” At this time, he stepped forward and helped her up and confirmed to her, “thy faith hath made thee whole; go in peace.” She wept.

                Our Savior had a destination he needed to be at though, so he soon left, leaving her standing alone in the midst of the crowd, healed. The road soon turned into a road full of people going all about.

*This is not necessary doctrine, many excerpts were taken from the gospel of Saint Luke, and many expressions were written by the author.