Mark 4:25-34
I’ve been this woman. Having a desire to be healed by Christ, and yet not wanting to be noticed by the crowd. On one hand knowing that just being near to Christ will grant me the peace I need, and yet feeling that I am not worthy to be so close.
Imagine the woman’s fear when once she had touched Jesus’ clothes, and was healed, that he stopped and questioned the incident. The synagogue ruler was waiting, since his daughter was near . Both of these men were important, surely more important than her. (At least in her thoughts and fears.) But when she fell to her knees and humbled herself before Christ, he told her to go in peace, healed.
Why would I want to only get close enough to touch Jesus, when He has given me the promise to dwell within me? The only answer I can give is the same as this woman. Fear. Fear of the unknown. Fear of what might happen.
