If there is one thing that I want my life to reflect, it’s honesty. Transparency. The problem with transparency is the second we write about how our hearts are struggling to accept a theological concept or fundamental part of Christendom, we get attacked instead of encouraged.
We try to sketch out a dialogue between the spirit and our hearts, but then when we run the blog we get criticized. We get rocks thrown at us for our journey and for our honesty.
This is what’s going on in my heart! Pray for me! When I’m in pain, my words reflect that. When I’m happy- my words reflect that… my songs reflect that. I can’t hide behind the keyboard, pretending to be happy when I’m not–pretending to be spiritually satisfied when I’m not. I want honesty for myself. I want transparency. My reliance on God doesn’t change. My attitude towards the spirit isn’t tainted when I’m hurting. Pain is a very real thing, and it’s okay to feel it. It’s okay to express it. We live in a world that teaches us not to show pain. I think this does more damage than good.
We read about when Jesus was on his way with a faithful man to heal a his daughter in the book of Mark. When he had a very special encounter with a very sick lady. I’m sure most of us are familiar with this story:
“So Jesus went with him. A large group of people followed. They crowded around him. A woman was there who had a sickness that made her bleed. It had lasted for 12 years. She had suffered a great deal, even though she had gone to many doctors. She had spent all the money she had. But she was getting worse, not better. Then she heard about Jesus. She came up behind him in the crowd and touched his clothes.
She thought, “I just need to touch his clothes. Then I will be healed.” Right away her bleeding stopped. She felt in her body that her suffering was over.” (Mark 5:24-29 NIRV)
This lady was in a great deal of pain. Physically yes, but also emotionally. We have some ideas about how how sick people were treated during these times, so she probably felt like a little bit of an outcast.
Her pain was real.
Her hurt was real.
She knew it was real.
God knew it was real.
“If I could only touch his clothing! If I could only get close enough to Jesus! Maybe! Maybe then I can have all this brokenness taken away from me.” So she did. She cut the crowd and snuck behind Jesus and touched his clothing. Friends, right after this encounter, Jesus said something that absolutely blows my mind.
At once Jesus knew that power had gone out from him. He turned around in the crowd. He asked, “Who touched my clothes?” “You see the people,” his disciples answered. “They are crowding against you. And you still ask, ‘Who touched me?’ ” But Jesus kept looking around. He wanted to see who had touched him. Then the woman came and fell at his feet. She knew what had happened to her. She was shaking with fear. But she told him the whole truth. He said to her, “Dear woman, your faith has healed you. Go in peace. You are free from your suffering.” (Mark 5:30-34 NIRV)
“Who touched me?”
Jesus wants to know who touched him?! HA! He is standing in a crowd of people! Tons of people were touching him. That is such a weird question for them to hear Jesus ask. But Jesus knew that someone had touched him out of faith. The bible says that he felt his powers escape him.
So the lady falls at Jesus’ feet in fear and says “Jesus it was me. I needed your healing in my life. In my heart. In my body. I needed to be closer to you. I’m so sorry.”
So here’s my understanding of what Jesus says next:
“Miss, do not be sorry. Let me just say- the fact that you are healed inside and out has nothing to do with the fact that you touched my nasty, dirty robe thing. You, my friend, are healed because you merely believed that I could heal you. You’re beautiful. You’re loved. Go in peace.”
Jesus, you’re saying I didn’t even need to touch you? Faith made me clean?
It wasn’t religion that set her free. It was this ladies faith in one man. Jesus.
Guys, I don’t know if you believe it, but this is the good news of Jesus Christ. We don’t have to touch him to be made new. We don’t have to lay hands on him to be set free.
“It’s your faith that has healed you. It’s your faith that has set you free.”
So may the Lord bless you and keep you, as He has called you His own. May His presence be ever clear to you on this day, and may He plant in you a seed, that will give root to change.