The stories gave her hope.
He fed 5000.
He opened the eyes of a man born blind.
He raised a widow’s son from death.
How’s that possible? She didn’t know. She didn’t care. That it happened—that it could happen to her—was enough.
Her insides felt faith’s tingle. Her face flushed. Anticipation’s warmth flowed into her womb.
People were watching. People were waiting. A gray haired man squinted at the Sea of Galilee and spotted a fishing boat on the horizon.
He yelled, “It’s him!
He pointed. “There he is!”
He started running, announcing, “Jesus is here!”
Peopled dropped what they were doing—baking bread, fixing the roof, playing a game—and rushed toward the seashore.
A baby bouncing on daddy’s shoulders.
A newborn swaying on mommy’s hip.
A pet dog barking, jumping, and sprinting.
Some diseased, others fine, all excited and curious.
Those who could hurry, did. Those who couldn’t hurry tried to anyway. Four or five stumbled and fell, but quickly bounced up, not wanting to fall behind, wanting to be among the first—if not the first, to welcome him when the boat came ashore.
A pain stabbed her groin as she moved to to keep up. She pressed her right hand into her abdomen to relieve the sting. She felt sweat roll from her forehead and her armpits. She stank. She sensed a trickle descending her inner thigh. She mustn’t stop. Her dignity could wait.
She had tried everything. The doctors had given up. She had little of anything left:
She was forbidden to publicly mix with the clean, common people.
She pressed on through the chaos. Everyone had a cause. Everyone had an intention. Everyone flew to tell Jesus their wish. Out of breath, bent over with cramps, she arrived, unnoticed, just another hopeful.
People pushed. People elbowed. People worked to position themselves near him. She willed herself to straighten, she wiggled to the left, to the right, and stepped closer to him.
The crowd quieted. They listened as the leader of the Jewish meeting place spoke, “She’s dying. Please come and put your hands on her so she will live.”
Without urgency, without panic, Jesus replied, “Let’s go.”
No one noticed her coming closer.
No one knew anything about her.
No one knew what she had suffered, was suffering.
No one knew her courage.
No one knew her determination.
No one knew her faith.
She reached out ….
Suddenly he stopped. “Who touched me?”
“Lord, look around. How would anyone know?”
He peered into her tear filled eyes. Then he nodded and confirmed, “Your faith has completed its mission.”
(to be continued)