- The Washington Times - Sunday, August 3, 2003

Excerpts from a sermon Saturday by Pastor Marcellus T. Robinson at Emmanuel-Brinklow Seventh-day Adventist Church in Ashton.

I can only imagine how the woman with the issue of blood felt when Jesus stopped in the middle of the busy and crowded main street and asked a simple but puzzling question: “Who touched me?”

Why would Jesus ask what appears to be such a stupid question? I know it’s Jesus we’re talking about here, but come on, “Who touched me?” You have got to be joking. You’re talking about [how] we’re stuck in bumper-to-bumper people traffic. That’s right, curious but nosy people anxious to see Jesus work a miracle in a brother’s house we don’t know and really don’t care to know. We just want to see a miracle.

Have you ever thought about the fact that there’s a big difference between seeing a miracle and needing a miracle to happen in your life?

While Jesus was on his way to respond to a father’s desperate appeal for help, he was touched by a woman with an unstoppable menstrual flow. She touched the hem of his garment of his clothing and was healed.

Our passage this morning reveals to us that on a certain day, there was a certain woman from a certain place who certainly had a certain affliction. The condition of the woman with the flow of blood is far more serious than we might imagine. We must not interpret her hemorrhage by our attitudes towards disease today. We must get back into those times in order to understand it.

The medical complications are significant enough, for the constant loss of blood drains the victim of iron and other vital minerals. But in Judaism, such a flow of blood also made the woman ritually unclean. By the law of Moses this woman was not allowed to touch any human being, and no human being was allowed to touch her. The law demanded that a woman suffering in this way should be segregated. …

But on this certain day there was hope in her heart. Why? Jesus was passing by. She heard of Him, and she heard He was there.

What did she do? She did more than touch; she fastened upon the tassel. She would not let go until she received her blessing. …

Did you note? Jesus didn’t seek her out. She sought out Him. The pastor didn’t seek her out — she sought the pastor. …

Being saved is not enough. [Jesus] wants to deliver His children from fear.

He did something more than healing her. He wanted to cast out her fear. He wanted to testify on her behalf, “This is my daughter whose faith has healed her.” …

Jairus, this anxious father, is not mentioned in this account, but his presence can be sensed. He had urged Jesus to come to his home because his only daughter was dying. It must have been hard enough for Jairus as the multitudes thronged Jesus [and] slowed their progress. But when Jesus actually stopped — to listen closely to this woman’s story and then to encourage her — Jairus must have been frantic. Didn’t Jesus realize that his mission was urgent? How could the Lord dawdle when Jairus’ little girl was dying?

And then as soon as Jesus finished speaking with the woman, word arrived that the daughter had died. We can only imagine the father’s emotions, but from Jesus’ words to him, fear seemed to predominate.

When Jesus delays, He’s saving folk; He’s healing folk; He’s delivering folk. One day, the delay will be over and the dead in Christ will hear Him give a wake-up call. Are you yearning for that day? Be faithful.

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