Just touch your Mantle

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The power of touch is something spectacular. It's wonderful to be able to touch someone we love. A son, a daughter, the father, the mother, the wife, the husband, the boyfriend, the girlfriend, touching a beloved friend.

Much more wonderful is being able to touch Jesus. There is a story in the Bible that says that just touch your cloak. She is in Mark 5: 24-29 where we read the following:

"A large crowd followed him, squeezing him in. A woman, who was twelve years old, had a hemorrhage, and she had suffered a lot at the hands of several doctors, and spent everything she had, without benefiting from anything, on the contrary, going Worse, when he heard about Jesus, he entered from behind the crowd and touched his garment, saying, "If only he touches his clothes, I will heal." Immediately, the bleeding stopped him, and he felt his body healed.

Only God knew how much he was suffering. He came living with that uterine hemorrhage twelve long years ago. She was considered unclean by the laws of rabbis and subject to Levitical prohibitions: she could not touch people or be touched by them.

The synagogue placed her in ostracism. For society it did not exist. Abandoned also by God, so she thought. I had already prayed. He implored. And, for long twelve years, God silenced.

During that time, it was put out of the city, pushed down, since then, it lived hidden by the songs and alleys of the city, conserving only a rest of hope.

Passing from doctor to doctor, he had tried to get rid of that evil. The doctors had filled her with hope, they had filled her with medication, but the only thing they extracted from her was money.

Now he has no more resources. As she has no more money, doctors finally admit that there is no cure for her. Your life is in decline.

The constant loss of blood over these years has its tribute. She is anemic, pale and tired. Very tired She is tired of shame, of stigma, of charlatans.

Only God knows how much he has suffered. He has no more illusions. No illusions, dreams vanished. Suffering is also responsible for the destruction of hope.

But they ran stories about another doctor who could collect all the pieces of those dreams. A doctor who would not charge anything for that. A doctor who would not have anything else on the agenda other than healing a sick world.

I had heard about a doctor, that Jesus who comes to meet the sick, and not the full of health. That does not come to the strong, but to the oppressed. That it is directed not to those whose life is in order, but to those whose physical and moral life is in real chaos.

He also heard about the success of Jesus among the hitherto incurable: the healing of an uncontrolled demoniac. . . the resurrection of the dead son of a widow. . the cure of a leper.

A leper, she guesses. Another untouchable. Another orphan, grabbed by the cangote and thrown out through the door of the society's funds.

The divine doctor barely touched that man destroyed by the disease and immediately made it clean and perfect. Certainly, imagine, if I find that Jesus and barely touch his mantle, I will also be purified, healed and perfect.

And so, with that weak thread of faith, this woman as fragile as a needle, opens her way, sewing through the crowd.

The tired body is pushed by those who crowd around Jesus. They are pushing, fitting and beating on Him, curious, afflicted, desperate.

This desperate woman raises her empty hand through a crack in the crowd and, for a moment, grabs a point of her cloak. Jesus immediately turns around. Not so much by the pressure of his hand, but by the strength of his faith.

His power flows to that poor woman with hemorrhage, and at the same moment she feels the vigor of her youthful health returning. In return in those thoughts, loosen the hand that held the mantle and is dragged by the crowd.

But Jesus does not let him go. Despite the pushes provoked by the mob, that touch was different. When he felt it, he interrupted his walk. How quickly Jesus responds to the outstretched hand in supplication of faith.

Obedient to His call she comes trembling, shameful, full of fear. But it's coming. Among the words of his confession, interrupted by the sun, Jesus sees the whole story of sadness of these last twelve years.

Isolation comes. The introspection The insecurity. Only God knows how much he has suffered.

The crowd dies in the tearful eyes of the woman. For a moment, inside she sees only Jesus. And he also only sees her. Face to face, doctor and patient.

With a gentle call: "daughter", He gives this orphan a new home within the family of God. Grant the cure. And it gives back the lost dreams.

And today, Jesus wants to offer you a cure. It is enough to have a thread of faith, like that woman. Believe "Believe, if you want, you can also touch the edge of Jesus' cloak.

If the dreams of life are gone, no matter the reasons, try to touch your cloak. He will return the golden dreams. And more than this: The dream of eternal life.