Now when Jesus returned, the crowd welcomed him, for they were all waiting for him. And there came a man named Jairus, who was a ruler of the synagogue. And falling at Jesus' feet, he implored him to come to his house, for he had an only daughter, about twelve years of age, and she was dying.
As Jesus went, the people pressed around him. And there was a woman who had had a discharge of blood for twelve years, and though she had spent all her living on physicians, she could not be healed by anyone. She came up behind him and touched the fringe of his garment, and immediately her discharge of blood ceased. And Jesus said, “Who was it that touched me?” When all denied it, Peter said, “Master, the crowds surround you and are pressing in on you!” But Jesus said, “Someone touched me, for I perceive that power has gone out from me.” And when the woman saw that she was not hidden, she came trembling, and falling down before him declared in the presence of all the people why she had touched him, and how she had been immediately healed. And he said to her, “Daughter, your faith has made you well; go in peace.”
While he was still speaking, someone from the ruler's house came and said, “Your daughter is dead; do not trouble the Teacher any more.” But Jesus on hearing this answered him, “Do not fear; only believe, and she will be well.” And when he came to the house, he allowed no one to enter with him, except Peter and John and James, and the father and mother of the child. And all were weeping and mourning for her, but he said, “Do not weep, for she is not dead but sleeping.” And they laughed at him, knowing that she was dead. But taking her by the hand he called, saying, “Child, arise.” And her spirit returned, and she got up at once. And he directed that something should be given her to eat. And her parents were amazed, but he charged them to tell no one what had happened. Luke 8:40-56
Do Not Be Afraid, Only Believe
The hard rain began close to midnight
the lullaby of deepest night
reminding us that winter is coming
out of the storm we are sheltered
safe from the soaking and shivering cold.
Light leaves us sooner every day
and the ache within cries out
unbidden and ignored pain rattles
crying for healing and screaming
for attention for healing now.
What we ignore in the daylight becomes
master in the silence and in the dark
we wander the shadows seeking relief
seeking a touch that will not hurt
will not add to the pain.
The teacher is among us
so is shame and we tremble
hiding our embarrassment our illness
so long within us groans
for a touch of the holy.
God is among us aching for us
feeling our need and shame
like burning heat and flame
our need is so great is shouts
to the maker the creator to be whole.
A woman broken by years of pain freed
a daughter near death restored and dancing
a mother's heart warmed within her
a parent's gnawing worry taken completely away.
God is among walking and waiting
knowing the tears we hide in the rain
seeing the burdens we carry
hearing our groaning from all our worry
God's arms are open to all that we bear
"do not be afraid, only believe."