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Life Interrupted

And yet you say, ‘Who touched me?’

Mark 5:31
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“It seemed to the disciples an unreasonable question. As Jesus had begun moving from town to town, crowds had begun gathering around him, following him everywhere he went. And this day was no different. Moved with compassion by the desperate plea of a father for his dying daughter, Jesus was making his way to save the life of a little girl. His disciples were following behind him as the crowds began pressing in around him, when Jesus turned to them and said, ‘Who touched my garments?’” (Mark 5:30).

reports about jesus

Maybe she’d heard how Jesus had restored a man’s withered hand with a single command, or how he’d freed a man held captive by an army of demons just on the other side of the sea. Whatever it was, “she had heard the reports about Jesus” (Mark 5:27) and that had brought this woman to this moment—that, and the brokenness of her life.

Twelve years of menstruation. Twelve years of suffering at physicians’ failed attempts. Penniless and with nothing left to lose, she did the unthinkable. Hiding herself in what must have seemed to her a faceless crowd, she stretched out her hand, reaching maybe just far enough to let her fingers sweep across his outermost garment—the unthinkable and unacceptable.

The unthinkable and unacceptable because women like her, women with issues like hers, had no business being touching distance from anyone. Jewish law made that clear (Leviticus 15:25–27). A woman’s menstruation made her unclean. It marked her and everything she touched. Where she slept. Where she sat. She couldn’t worship at the temple. And whoever touched her would be contaminated by her impurity. So maybe she thought no one would notice her among the crowds, that no one would pull away from her for fear of contamination. Or maybe all she could think about was getting just close enough. “If I touch even his garments,” she said, “I will be made well” (Mark 5:28).

One touch was all it took. More than a lifetime’s worth of pain wiped away in a single moment. But then she heard him speak: “Who touched my garments?” And she must have been expecting his reproof, because she “came in fear and trembling and fell down before him and told him the whole truth” (Mark 5:33). How many times do we come to Jesus just like this? How many times do we come in fear? And how many times do we come trembling, expecting reproof?

lives of broken moments

Maybe she didn’t want to bother him. Or maybe she thought he wouldn’t bother with her. Jesus was on the way to save the life of a little girl, a desperate man’s daughter, but the truth, both for this woman and for us, is that Jesus makes room for interruptions, even when they come at the most inconvenient times.

It’s easy to take stock of our lives and mourn for how messy and broken they’ve been—how messy and broken they are. But in the midst of the brokenness of our lives, when we have a tendency to feel most alone and most dejected, we have the assurance of knowing those moments don’t go unnoticed. Jesus turned to this woman, and without a hint of reproof, said, “Daughter, your faith has made you well; go in peace, and be healed of your disease” (Mark 5:34). Jesus takes notice of the broken and messy things. He came to touch and heal the broken. Maybe we haven’t suffered for a dozen years straight, but, then again, maybe we have. Whatever has made up the fragments of our lives, we can know they’re not beyond the reach of God’s loving mercy.


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Consider what fears, relationships, or other aspects of your life you ’re not willing to interrupt Jesus with. Why not?

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Comments (11)

There isn’t anything I’m not willing to take to Him. I’ve had a lot of "big" breaks – big traumas that lead to big cracks in my heart. I think because there were so many, at a young age, that I got used to going to Him. However, sometimes I do feel (and have always felt) that "little" breaks aren’t worth His time. He reminds me that’s no true.

I learned early on in my Christian walk, primarily from some Christians who were mature in their faith, to submit all
concerns – large and small – to the Healer, to the One who has the power to affect and transform all situations. I owe
these mature Christians a great debt of gratitude for their willingness to speak into my life and to assure me that
God cares about every aspect of our lives.

The everyday, mundane challenges. I don’t want to bother Him. Intellectually, I know He already knows and cares [Psalm 55:22]. I just need to be bolder.

I think it’s a control thing. Even though I can’t control the situation, I let my fear control it instead. To give that fear to Jesus means letting go of that control. I tend to want an immediate answer, and if that immediate answer isn’t going to be answered, then I hold on to that fear instead. I need to remind myself that holding onto fear is not beneficial for myself or anyone else.

Sometimes the feeling other people have worse problems than I do and maybe I should not interrupt his journey to help someone more needy or deserving. I’m just learning to really know him!

Plus I don’t always feel deserving of his grace although I have always tried to live a Christian life without a home church or guidance.

I’ve never done a Bible Study on line.
I feel like I am doing the same thing over and over–at least the little movie.
I read about the woman with the mensural illness.
How scary to go to this famous man
with my very embarrassing sickness.
No wonder she was frightened,
especially with an important ruler from the synagogue waiting
and his daughter dying.
Then she took her courage in her hands and reached out…
health surged through her.
The bleeding stopped.
And he cared.
He cared about her.

Gayle: I tell Jesus EVERYTHING. I have no pride with Him.

I use to not bother Jesus with the little things like helping me with the kids or any little task in my life. As long as no one in my family was deathly ill or in harm I thought life was fine. I thought I could handle the little things on my own. The reason I didn’t go to Him was the fact that I really didn’t walk as closely with Him as I do now. I didn’t really understand that Jesus wants a relationship with me not a religion with me. In a committed relationship, there is real communication and commitment. After years of learning more of God’s character by reading the word, I now understand that He calls me friend. Now, I invite Him into the little moments as well as the big issues of my life.

Sometimes I think that some prayer requests I have are too small or insignificant to worry God with, so I don’t even bother. On the other hand, I know that God cares for me and loves me so much more than I could ever even imagine! God cares about the details of my life and the people in my life. He will always listen to me, He is never too busy. I need to remind myself of that instead of dismissing a prayer request. I need to not let the enemy convince me otherwise!

Sometimes I feel like I’m being selfish when asking for something that I want and I don’t want to bother him with my selfish needs. I feel like I should be grateful for what I have & not bother him about the things I don’t have. I just feel like I should be praying for those less fortunate than I am and not worry about myself.

I fear a lot of things about myself and daily struggles. I feel there are other prayers to be answered that need more attention.

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