40 Days with Jesus – October 25th – Luke 8:40-56
She walked toward me at church. I saw her and attempted to look away but could not. I did NOT want to talk to this person. I knew the conversation would end in a plea for help and I didn’t want to deal with that kind of stuff today. But, thankfully, the God in me said, “look her straight in the eye and love her.”
So I walked to her and greeted her with a hug and said something like, “it’s good to see you.”
Instead she responded, “Thanks Glenn, I just needed a hug today,” and then she turned and walked away.
I looked around the atrium to see if there was a matt I could crawl under. There wasn’t one low enough.
“All I needed was a hug today,” ran through my mind for weeks. While I was expecting another problem to solve, she was in need of a touch. A touch. That’s all. A touch.
As Jesus went with him, he was surrounded by the crowds. 43 A woman in the crowd had suffered for twelve years with constant bleeding, and she could find no cure. 44 Coming up behind Jesus, she touched the fringe of his robe. Immediately, the bleeding stopped. 45 “Who touched me?” Jesus asked. Everyone denied it, and Peter said, “Master, this whole crowd is pressing up against you.” 46 But Jesus said, “Someone deliberately touched me, for I felt healing power go out from me.” 47When the woman realized that she could not stay hidden, she began to tremble and fell to her knees before him. The whole crowd heard her explain why she had touched him and that she had been immediately healed. 48 “Daughter,” he said to her, “your faith has made you well. Go in peace. (Luke 8:40-48)
This embarrassed, sick and shamed woman dared to touch Jesus. She desired to remain lost in the crowd. But, she was noticed by Jesus, healed, and through trembling lips recounted her journey of faith.
I often remind myself that not all the families that walk through our church doors are happy, wholesome, and loving. Some families don’t touch much, some don’t show love to one another. Some come to church hoping that someone will smile, shake their hand, pat their back, give a hug . . . it could be the only meaningful touch of the day . . . or week.
The irony of this event was that my friend wasn’t the only one that needed a touch that day. There was another person hiding under a matt that also needed a touch from God.
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