“Then came one of the rulers of the synagogue, Jairus by name, and seeing him, he fell at his feet and implored him earnestly, saying, ‘My little daughter is at the point of death. Come and lay your hands on her, so that she may be made well and live.’ And he went with him. And a great crowd followed him and thronged about him. And there was a woman who had had a discharge of blood for twelve years, and who had suffered much under many physicians, and had spent all that she had, and was no better but rather grew worse. She had heard the reports about Jesus and came up behind him in the crowd and touched his garment. For she said, ‘If I touch even his garments, I will be made well.’ And immediately the flow of blood dried up, and she felt in her body that she was healed of her disease. And Jesus, perceiving that power had gone out from him, turned about in the crowd and said, ‘Who touched my garments?’ …The woman came in fear and trembling and fell down before him and told him the whole truth. And he said to her, ‘Daughter, your faith has made you well; go in peace, and be healed of your disease.’
“There came from the ruler’s house some who said, ‘Your daughter is dead.’ Jesus said to the ruler of the synagogue, ‘Do not fear, only believe.’ …He took the child’s father and mother and [the disciples] who were with him and went in where the child was. He said to her, ‘Little girl, I say to you, arise.’ And immediately the girl got up.” Mark 5:22-30,33-36,40-42
The ruler comes first, a tidy, reputable, cleanly robed winner in the world, humbly begging Jesus for the life of his daughter. Next presses a woman, a sickly, unclean, outcast loser in the world, also desperate for the Great Healer. Both believe, both win with Jesus. This important lesson plays out vividly before His followers then and now.
Neither Jairus nor the woman came claiming rights; each came desperately clinging only to the claims of Jesus and His power. How about me? Do I think I’ve lived and look pretty clean, am officially winsome and deserving reward? No position, possession, or apparel will merit soul healing. Have I lived ostracized, a stranger to importance, righteousness, and public favor? Would I press through the crowd of doubt, regret, shameful memories, and nagging bitterness I have held too long, and touch Jesus’s cloak? He alone heals, cleanses, gives satisfaction and peace. His power infuses life we find in no one or nothing else.￼
In smug self importance, is there anyone I deem a loser, beyond the scope of Jesus’s healing? Do I ever think my crisply starched “everything’s fine” uniform should win me special treatment? No matter our past, upbringing, or worldly decorations, humility in faith is the only mark of a winner with Jesus. He alone quickens our faith, and crowns us winners by His grace. (Ephesians 2:8-9)
Lord, help me see everyone as You do, equally in need of Your saving grace. May I live faithfully and encourage others to faith in the One Who died for us all. (Galatians 2:20)