Touching Lives with Love
Mark 5:21-43
by Rev. Randy Quinn
It’s easy to identify with
the principal characters in our text for today. Every parent can
imagine the sense of fear and worry in Jairus’ voice as he pleads with
Jesus to make his daughter well. She is at the point of death, and he
has most certainly tried everything he could to make her well – but
still she is dying.
And we can easily identify
with the agony he must have felt when the news came that she had
actually died and so there was no more need for Jesus to come. (In
fact, we may find ourselves perturbed that Jesus stops to help someone
on the way – thus slowing down his arrival and allowing the girl to
die!)
It’s hard not to empathize
with Jairus and his personal crisis.
It’s harder to empathize
with, but we can still imagine the plight of the unnamed woman. She has
been experiencing a flow of blood for twelve years. That means she has
been living in exile for twelve years because the religious laws did not
allow her to interact with anyone in the community of faith until she
was well.
We don’t know how old she
is. She could be in her thirties, a young woman who could not start a
family when it would have been appropriate to do so. She could have
been in her fifties and missed the birth of her grandchildren. She
could be in her seventies and missed her husband’s funeral. We don’t
know how old she is, but if she has been separated from her community
for twelve years, we can be sure she missed some important events in the
lives of her family and her community.
Understandably, it says
she had sought medical attention. She wanted to return to her family,
to her community. But first the blood must stop flowing.
Now, at first glance, the
unnamed woman in this story has very little in common with Jairus. Not
only is she a woman and he a man, she has also been treated as a pariah
because of her infirmity while he has received the nodding approval of
everyone in the community. She is one of the many “invisible” people in
society that no one notices while he was a person that everyone
acknowledges as they pass him on the street. It is not much of a
stretch to say that people went out of their way to avoid her while
people went out of their way to greet him.
She is frail, he is
powerful.
But don’t be fooled by
first appearances; they both have much in common, too.
They are from the same
town. They were both raised in homes where God is worshipped and
glorified. They were both Jews by birth. And they are both in a state
of crisis – she because of her own infirmity, he because of his
daughter’s.
We don’t know for sure
what he has done to help his daughter, but it’s hard to imagine any
father not seeking help from wherever he could find it – and since he
was a man of influence, it’s probably the case that every medical expert
has already been consulted. And we know that the woman spent her last
cent on doctors that made her worse rather than better.
Many of us can remember
times when we were in a similar crisis. It may have been a situation
related to our own health or the health of a loved one. But it may also
have been a crisis at work. Or maybe it was a close relationship gone
sour. Some of us have struggled with mental health issues while others
have struggled with financial worries.
Not many of us go through
life without some point at which we have pursued every available option
– from expensive treatments to extensive research, from expert opinions
to exhausting regimens.
Like both people in our
text, we have all come to the point where we see our own need for Jesus
and our dependence upon God.
Unlike us, however, both
the frail woman and the powerful man take a great risk in reaching out
to Jesus. The unnamed woman enters a crowd, knowing that she is unclean
and could be punished for being there without warning everyone of her
status. Meanwhile Jairus, the man of respect in the community, defers
to Jesus in a way that gives tacit approval of Jesus and his ministry,
something that may diminish Jairus’ own standing in the community.
And finally, both of them
know the power of touch: Jairus asks Jesus to come and touch his
daughter while the woman reaches out to touch Jesus.
It is the touch of love, a
love that reaches to both the well off and the cast off.
They may appear to be as
different as night and day, but in fact they have as much in common as
dusk and dawn. Both of them are loved by God, and in that sense, if in
no other, they are very much like us. Their stories remind us of our
own need to reach out and touch Jesus, to “put our hand in the hand of
the man who calmed the waters” (as the folk song says it).
So, today I am going to
offer a visible reminder of the truth that Jesus is no farther than your
arm’s reach. I am going to give each person here a piece of a hem, a
symbolic reminder of the hem of Jesus’ robe that the woman touched that
day. (I had someone sew them together and cut them in small sections
for us.)
Put it in your purse or
put it in your pocket. And the next time you sense a potential crisis,
any time you feel inadequate, whenever you feel the need for the
assurance of God’s presence, simply touch this hem. Touch this hem and
remember that God alone can heal.
You see, both Jairus and
the sick woman were seeking a cure. What they received was so much
more. When he heard that his daughter was dead, in fact, it seems as
though Jairus is no longer interested in Jesus – because he was after a
cure. But Jesus did more than offer a cure – he restored his family to
wholeness when he raised her from the dead. And the woman tried to
sneak away after being cured of her disease but Jesus insisted that she
be healed as well, that she be welcomed back into the community of faith
as a daughter, a sister, a mother.
Each of us will leave this
place with a piece of his hem today. We are all included in the family
of God. We are not given the promise of a cure, however; rather we are
given the assurance that we are made whole by the power of God.
You see, Jesus is still
touching lives with love – including yours. All we need to do is to
reach out and touch the hem of his garment.
Thanks be to God.