Touching The Hem Of Jesus' Garment (Prose)
Touching The Hem Of Jesus’ Garment I am unclean, she thought. I am separated from those around me. My disease has taken its toll. How can I be healed? I’ve spent all my money on my physicians - with all their tests and medicine - and yet I am not even one bit better. Rather, I am getting progressively worse. Will I be like this forever? Can I ever be cured? Even I don’t know the answer to that question. Alone, defiled, aching inside, longing for healing. Longing to be made whole these twelve long, lonely years. There is a travelling preacher - some say He is the Messiah we’ve been waiting for. Can this be true? He is preaching of the Kingdom of God, preaching the way of salvation, healing many He has encountered along the way. What about me? I need forgiveness, I need hope, I need healing, both inside and out. Can this Jesus be the Saviour we have long been waiting for? I need to see for myself. There He is - but He is surrounded by so many people in this crowd. Can I get to Him? Will ...