I was reading about the woman with the issue of blood in Matthew this evening.
“If I only touch the fringe of His garment, I will be well.”
The Bible does not give her a name.
I’m sure she was overlooked by many physicians. Her family probably isolated her.
She was one in the multitudes that simply got lost in the crowd.
Why is she even in the Bible??
I mean, how many healing stories are there performed by Jesus in the New Testament? What’s the point in yet another one?
I can’t help but hone in on that simple one-liner phrase said by her.
This lady was in such a state of desperation, she did not care about who was around her or what it took to get to Jesus. She was not going to let anyone stand in the way of her reaching the fringes of the Savior.
Yes, you heard right.. the fringes.
Not the entirety.. or the full package.. but the hem of His clothing.
Can you imagine such faith?
No wonder this lady is in the Bible! Who needs a name when your faith is recognized. So many of us have names .. trendy ones .. fancy ones .. some have complicated ones .. but the faith is what we are lacking. We want the fullness of God, but we don’t want to actually pursue the journey to get there. We love the glamorized story of coming to Jesus, but the broken raw ones are what we shudder at.
Do we truly believe that even the outermost part of Jesus’ clothing can completely transform our situation around? Probably not. This really gets me thinking. What would our lives look like with such faith? How would people perceive the Gospel if we lived life in such a radical desperation to Christ?
This no-name lady inspires me!
Gosh, I want to be able to push past life and all of its crazy obstacles to simply touch the fringes of His garment and believe that even the outermost part of His being will redeem, heal, and restore my brokenness.
I want faith that’ll completely overshadow my name, my face, and any other description about me that society holds dear. I don’t want people to remember my name years after I’m gone. What does it even matter? I would love for them to remember my utter need for a Savior and my faith to push past all odds and ends to press into Him. I’d love to meet that lady one day and hear her whole story. Maybe we could exchange stories someday. I would tell her how she inspired me to press on to know Him more. I would tell her that her humility made me see how big my sinful heart was. Lastly, I would thank God for putting her story in the book of Matthew and not focusing in on her identity but rather emphasizing the transformational faith she had. Faith that could have only come from her Creator.
“..for from Him and through Him and to Him are all things.”