THE WOMAN (with the blood issue)
The woman with the issue of blood must have approached Jesus inspite of the crush of the crowd, with bitterness, pain, frustration, last pinch of faith with the last of her push to even have a little grab of his garment.
This issue of blood as you may call it may have been like the case of fibroid as named by doctors of the present day (probably worse) . This issue is not just about the rushing flow of blood, it comes with excruciating pain. A pain never to be experienced just in a bid for you to even understand her plight and what prompted her insistence.
The crowd was too much of a distraction but what did she care.
They did not understand what she had been through.
They didn't know how many of her clothes had been wasted in the course of changing and washing up.
They wouldn't understand the pain that came with the flow.
They probably never understood the embarrassment she had to face everytime when the flow got too heavy and she would be stained all over.
She would see eyes turn to her and the spite that filled those piercing eyes of the world around.
Woman can't you at least take care of yourself? Why must you come and embarrass yourself here.
Everytime. You smell.
Don't you know how to properly check and understand your flow?
How is it that you smell like this?
The present day woman would say. Why are you being careless? You should understand your flow by now.
They must have told her same in her day.
Pain, anguish, bitterness, disgrace, anger, frustration, fear seasoned her life over the long years.
The fear that no man would come close not to even talk of marriage. The physicians were charging too high. She had no money anymore.
So when she heard that this man that was passing by, she prepared to meet Him.
She had heard a lot about him. How he went about healing people with diverse health problems. He even healed the blind, made the lame walk, and even caused the dead to come to life.
There may be something for me from him. She thought
So even if he doesn't notice more to even touch me, if only I could touch the hem of his garment, I should be made whole. That kind of man must be that powerful.
So when she heard the crowd again shouting and crying on top their voices, Children running all about because this man loved children, she trailed along.
She pushed with as much strength as she had left. These men in front were obstructing her view but all she needed was to touch the hem of his garment alone. Oh let this prayer of mine be answered.
Suddenly a man in front bent to pick up his walking stick that had fallen, she stepped in front of him and was lucky to lay hold on the edge of the garment of this man amidst those who held him.
What a relief! The pain was gone. The flow has stopped. Could this be real? After how many years?
She heard the man ask, "who touched me"?
It definitely could not have been her. She had only touched the hem of his garment. But then how could he even ask such a question despite the throng of people clinging to touch him.
As for her, she cried. Tears of joy, tears of freedom, tears of relief, tears of wonder.
She was free. She wanted to know this man. She loved him. He healed her.
.................
(poem)
Healing is a nourishing pure delight to the soul
Like the dew that runs from the head to the feet's sole
With drops filling every hole
That once punctured the body, spirit and soul
Like the woman with the issue of blood I pondered
How will I get to touch the tip of his garment amidst the crowd
Will He notice me or will He not, I wondered
Whatever be, I must touch Him and be healed
Faith is such a strong force
Pulling the Divine into a pause
To attend to a need no matter the cause
He brings His power to bear breaking every curse
This issue of blood as you may call it may have been like the case of fibroid as named by doctors of the present day (probably worse) . This issue is not just about the rushing flow of blood, it comes with excruciating pain. A pain never to be experienced just in a bid for you to even understand her plight and what prompted her insistence.
The crowd was too much of a distraction but what did she care.
They did not understand what she had been through.
They didn't know how many of her clothes had been wasted in the course of changing and washing up.
They wouldn't understand the pain that came with the flow.
They probably never understood the embarrassment she had to face everytime when the flow got too heavy and she would be stained all over.
She would see eyes turn to her and the spite that filled those piercing eyes of the world around.
Woman can't you at least take care of yourself? Why must you come and embarrass yourself here.
Everytime. You smell.
Don't you know how to properly check and understand your flow?
How is it that you smell like this?
The present day woman would say. Why are you being careless? You should understand your flow by now.
They must have told her same in her day.
Pain, anguish, bitterness, disgrace, anger, frustration, fear seasoned her life over the long years.
The fear that no man would come close not to even talk of marriage. The physicians were charging too high. She had no money anymore.
So when she heard that this man that was passing by, she prepared to meet Him.
She had heard a lot about him. How he went about healing people with diverse health problems. He even healed the blind, made the lame walk, and even caused the dead to come to life.
There may be something for me from him. She thought
So even if he doesn't notice more to even touch me, if only I could touch the hem of his garment, I should be made whole. That kind of man must be that powerful.
So when she heard the crowd again shouting and crying on top their voices, Children running all about because this man loved children, she trailed along.
She pushed with as much strength as she had left. These men in front were obstructing her view but all she needed was to touch the hem of his garment alone. Oh let this prayer of mine be answered.
Suddenly a man in front bent to pick up his walking stick that had fallen, she stepped in front of him and was lucky to lay hold on the edge of the garment of this man amidst those who held him.
What a relief! The pain was gone. The flow has stopped. Could this be real? After how many years?
She heard the man ask, "who touched me"?
It definitely could not have been her. She had only touched the hem of his garment. But then how could he even ask such a question despite the throng of people clinging to touch him.
As for her, she cried. Tears of joy, tears of freedom, tears of relief, tears of wonder.
She was free. She wanted to know this man. She loved him. He healed her.
.................
(poem)
Healing is a nourishing pure delight to the soul
Like the dew that runs from the head to the feet's sole
With drops filling every hole
That once punctured the body, spirit and soul
Like the woman with the issue of blood I pondered
How will I get to touch the tip of his garment amidst the crowd
Will He notice me or will He not, I wondered
Whatever be, I must touch Him and be healed
Faith is such a strong force
Pulling the Divine into a pause
To attend to a need no matter the cause
He brings His power to bear breaking every curse
Joy@pentolifediary
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