I am Yvette, the Bible calls me simply the woman with the issue of blood. I have been hemorrhaging for twelve years. All my money is gone, the doctors were paid but could do nothing more. I suffer daily, and I am considered unclean, I have but one servant to help me, I am a widow.
I have nothing left. I sit at the window, not allowed outside. My home has been a prison. Though beggars and blind, even the lame take to the street, I risk arrest were I bleeding in them. Even now I feel the leakage and warmth of my blood, I soak and boil rags daily. My linens are almost gone as is my money and hope.
There are a lot of people coming, I hear them talking about Jesus. I have heard He could heal and perform miracles. They say He is coming. I wonder. I hurry to wash and bind myself with clothes to absorb the bleeding, I had Zara to help me wrap them tightly. I put on a cloak and cover my head, and go to the street. ” Perhaps, if only…Jesus is my hope. ”
Zara asks if will be alright. ” I told her I had to see Jesus. ” And I followed the crowd, I saw Him ahead of me, the disciples all around. People began to push and shove, and I was on my knees. A man picked me up, it was John, he was a disciple. I pushed past people following him, he was behind Jesus, Peter was yelling at them to back away. He was large man, tall and rugged, I heard someone talking about the fisherman. His voice was loud.
Again, I was on my knees, I was crawling and in tears, I could feel the blood rushing from me. I saw Jesus ahead, and said out loud to God that, ” If I could only touch the hem of His garment, I would be whole. ” I got to my knees and reached for Him, my fingertips brushed the talit, and immediately I stopped bleeding, the smell was gone. I stood up.
Jesus said, ” Who touched me? ” The disciples were asking Him to look around and why would he would say that. I stepped forward with my head bowed, ” It was I, Lord. ” I managed to speak but could not look at Him. He took my face in His strong and tender hands and told me not to be afraid, my faith had made me whole, and to go in peace. He smiled at me and I was so overjoyed that I kissed His hand.
I was ready to run home, when I saw Jairus push through to Him asking Him to come to his house and heal his daughter. I had seen Elaya, she was only twelve, I decided to follow them. I was thinking she had been alive as long as I had been sick. Just then, a couple of servants came and told Jairus not to trouble the master, his daughter was dead. A hush fell over the crowd.
I heard Jesus tell him not to be afraid, to only believe. Jairus followed Him because He kept walking toward his house, I could not see Jesus any longer, I got separated, but John took my hand and walked me to the door of the house, Jesus was standing there, beyond His shadow, the frail figure of a girl no longer alive, wrapped in a talit, her mother weeping.
He called out the women who were crying, and moved the crowd back, the disciples had them back up. Peter was so loud and John so quiet and thoughtful, yet I knew somehow that Peter was really gentle and John could be powerful, he let go of my hand and they stood behind Jesus as He stood in the door. Then He went in.
He raised Elaya from the dead. I heard her say so after Jesus left. He smiled at me again on the way out. The servants had said not to trouble the Master but it was no trouble for Him, nor was I. We were touched by the Master’s hand.
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When Jesus used phrases twice, it was to make a point, like verily, verily or truly, truly. There are two doubles in this story only a short time apart. The woman was sick twelve years and the girl was twelve. Twelve is the number of disciples and has to do with discipleship but also with divinity and fullness. Jesus demonstrated this, His divinity and fullness of power, virtue or dunamis. It was drained from Him to the woman and the Spirit replenished Him to raise the girl.
Also she touched the hem of His talit, or prayer shawl, the Bible simply says garment and it may have been but it was possible the prayer shawl like any Jewish man wore. Jairus was likely not wearing his because it would have been the custom to wrap the child and pray. Her earthly father could not heal or save her but her heavenly one could. Pronounce his the name, Jairusm with a y, there are no j’s in Hebrew.
To me, it is like double promise. Thanks for reading, and Yvette, meaning life and Elaya, God loves me, are not named in the Bible, it is for teaching and dramatic purposes only.