I have been thinking a lot
lately about a certain woman found in the gospels of Matthew, Mark, AND Luke.
In that day women were not highly regarded, if they were regarded at all. But
not according to Jesus, Jesus loves women. Anyone who says Jesus does not love
women has not read their bible enough.
This woman’s story was written about in
THREE different gospels. And I have been thinking about her lately because I am
reading the book of Matthew and I feel for this woman.
The Bible says that this
woman had been bleeding for twelve years. Imagine the kind of suffering it
would be to bleed for twelve years. Imagine the frustration, the shame and embarrassment,
the hopelessness.
She had spent ALL of her
money on doctors whose practices were apparently painful and for all of her
money she grew worse instead of better. So she is broke and probably homeless
and STILL bleeding, WORSE in fact!
Because of her bleeding
condition, she was also an outcast from society, not allowed to participate in
the religious ceremonies because she was considered unclean.
Considered unclean because of
something that wasn’t her fault.
Here’s a woman, who, if she
talked to God, spent a lot of time asking, “Why Lord?”
In biblical times illness was
also commonly associated with sin. So this woman must also spend a great deal
of time wondering what she had done to deserve such an illness. A lot of time
must have been spent ignoring the gossip and the accusatory looks.
This woman must have felt so
alone, thinking that no one could possibly understand her kind of suffering.
But there was someone who did understand, and she was hearing all about Him.
She came up to Jesus in a
crowd, not thinking herself worthy enough to even see Him face to face. The law
stated that if an unclean person was to touch another person, they too would
become unclean. This woman had a lot of
lose by touching Jesus, but she did it anyway.
All of Jesus’ goodness is
bigger and more powerful than all of our dirtiness.
Despite everything that this
woman had been through she still had faith that He could heal her. She said in
Matthew 9, “If I only touch His cloak I will be healed.” Was He her last hope?
I wish that I had this kind
of faith. When I made the decision to follow Christ, freshman year of college sitting
on the floor of a large group setting during worship I was not one hundred
percent sure of this God I was finally starting to really get to know.
As I prayed I said, “God, I
don’t know if you can save me, I don’t know if you can fix my life. But I have
tried everything else and You are my very last hope. I have nowhere else to go.
You are it.”
Had any part of my life been
any different, I don’t know that I would have been driven to my knees in such a
desperate need for Jesus.
My life caused me to reach
out for Jesus, aching to be made well. To be made whole. Wanting with all my
heart to be redeemed and restored and renewed. Hardly believing it possible, but wanting it
so badly.
I wonder if she thought it
all worth it, just to meet Him. That meeting changed her life. Not just because
He stopped her bleeding, but because an encounter with God always radically
shakes up our lives.
And He was already busy! He
was on His way to raise someone from the dead. But He stopped for her. He
stopped because He valued her enough to look her in the face and give her back
her dignity.
And as she fell at his feet
trembling in fear, she was made well. She was freed from her suffering. That is
exactly what Jesus came to this earth to do, to free us from our suffering.
Maybe not in all the ways we would like sometimes, but in His perfect ways.
He came to bring us the kind
of freedom that comes from meeting Him face to face and knowing that you are
saved and loved by Him as your heavenly father. Knowing that no matter what
happens on this earth, Jesus has made you well.
And my favorite part of the
story? He called her daughter.
No longer outcast, no longer
unclean. No longer sick, no longer ashamed.
Daughter.
