Touching Him

Teresa Poucher

Since this virus has us home most of the time I have taken to walking and praying.  It reminds me to pray for my neighbors a lot more.

So, I’m talking to God and I have a dear preacher friend fighting for his life. I said, God if you don’t touch him he is going to die. To my surprise, the Lord spoke to my heart, “If you don’t touch Me, he will die.” Hmmm… That made me feel responsible.

Think about it. Jesus already paid the price with the beating He took at the whipping post. “Who his own self bare our sins in his body on the tree, that we, being dead to sins, should live unto righteousness: by whose stripes he were healed.” (I Peter 2:24)

  I immediately thought of the woman with the issue of blood, found in Matthew 9:20-22, Mark 5:25-34, and quoted below from Luke 8:43-48:   

And a woman having an issue of blood twelve years, which had spent all her living upon physicians, neither could be healed of any, Came behind him and touched the border of his garment: and immediately her issue of blood stanched. And Jesus said, Who touched me? When all denied, Peter and they that were with him said, Master, the multitude throng thee and press thee, and sayest thou, Who touched me? And Jesus said, Somebody hath touched me: for I perceive that virtue is gone out of me. And when the woman saw that she was not hid, she came trembling, and falling down before him, she declared unto him before all the people for what cause she had touched him, and how she was healed immediately. And he said unto her, Daughter, be of good comfort: thy faith hath made thee whole; go in peace.”

  God put the responsibility on me (maybe I should say, “us.”) He humbled Himself by taking on a fleshy body.   One would think, if God would manifest Himself in the flesh [but “…God was manifest in the flesh… (1 Timothy 3:16)], He would have been born under better circumstances.  Maybe a child of an earthly King, in a palace.  Born of a Virgin, in a barn?  Yeah, I bet that went over like a ton of bricks.  

It’s easy to read those few scriptures, yet they cover twelve years of a woman in isolation from human touch. Being labeled unclean, she was not allowed to touch anyone and forbidden to go into the temple. We know a short quarantine is trying, but twelve years would be unbearable. I am amazed she had any faith left.

  She spent all her money on doctors who couldn’t help her.  She was rejected, abandoned, fearful, in pain, weak, ashamed, and embarrassed.  You would think it was hopeless.  Yet, she knew if she could just touch the hem of His garment, she would be healed.  Had that been done before?  We don’t read of it up to that point in time.  

  Jesus’s robe had tassels around the bottom, symbolizing the law.  According to the law, with her condition, she shouldn’t have been in the crowd, yet she risked getting caught.  Perhaps that is why she came from behind and bent so low to touch the hem of His garment.  Did she know Jesus came to fulfill the law?  

Immediately, she was healed without asking Him. We don’t hear of anyone else touching Him and receiving their healing. Jesus knew He was touched but it was her faith, even her spirit who touched the master. She was afraid for she had been found out. As Jesus spoke, “Daughter, be of good comfort: thy faith hath made thee whole; go in peace,” she was made whole, not just healed of her issue. We see in Mark 5:27 that she came up from behind Jesus.Jesus looked around and called her “Daughter.” Moses saw God’s hinder parts; she saw His face

Let me try to keep it short: He made a way. He gave us a name that is above every name, one of absolute authority. That is, if we take on that name, being His bride. If we trust, believe, and have faith and confidence in Him, He will save us, heal us, and make us whole.

  Do you think we could push a little harder, or dig a little deeper?  It may seem impossible, but nothing is impossible if we will believe.  ‘Makes me want to get in the spirit and believe Him for something I’ve never seen before.  Let’s touch Him. 

Published by Tpouch1

My day starts with a cup of good coffee and a talk with Jesus. I started walking with Jesus when I was eighteen. That was In March 1979. I have fought many battles. No I haven’t won them all, but I have learned how to not only survive but thrive. Let me share with you...

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