An Easter service that included the woman who had an issue of blood (for years). That meant the "red tent" and being unclean and feeling miserable and sick and weak and hopeless. That time of month that became that time of year/s.
Why add the woman into the Easter story?
Because she took a risk.
And because He took a risk.
She took the risk (despite her uncleanness/unworthiness/despair) of following Him through a crowd.
She stretched out her hand.
< And there it was! HOPE! Boom! >
He risked everything to stretch out His arms.
To shout "I love you"
Through gritted teeth and gasps of breath leaking from His side.
To absorb the shame of nakedness
The pain of lashings
The whips of words "If you are who you say you are..."
And she touched His garment.
And He died.
And she was healed.
I've never heard her name. But she took a risk to live again. To hope.
< The things we hope for come from the deep longings of our hearts. >
And hope does not disappoint us for God has poured out His love into the human heart. Romans 5.
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