For the next week or so, I’ll be posting some of my favorite posts from the archives. I’m speaking at a ladies retreat the first weekend of March, and want to focus on preparing for the sessions I’ll be teaching.
I’ve re-posted readers’ favorites before, but those are not necessarily my personal favorites – the ones that came from the deepest part of me, and seemed to bring some kind of healing and truth to my life as I wrote them. I hope you enjoy them, the second time around!
Last night I was reading the passage about the woman who had been bleeding for 12 years, and was healed when she reached out to touch Jesus’ cloak.
For some reason, the fact that she reached out grabbed my attention, so I let it sit there for a little while.
I was thinking about how it must have felt to be that woman. Bleeding for 12 years! That might sound hard and awful, but I will never be able to grasp what it was actually like for her. Beyond the physical suffering, there was also the label she had to live under – a woman who was bleeding was considered “unclean”. That woman was “unclean” for 12 long years.
Anything she touched, anywhere she sat or lay down, would be unclean and have to be washed afterward.
Any person who touched her would be unclean.
Any person who touched what she had sat or lain down on would be unclean.
She had spent 12 years trying not to touch anyone.
And yet she reached out to touch Jesus.
What must it have taken for her to do that? I tried to imagine what it must have felt like, to be that woman, waiting by the side of the road. To see Him coming through the crowds of people, knowing this was her only chance.
And then to actually stretch out her hand and touch Jesus.
She was healed instantly. I tried to imagine the power of that moment, and I began to pray that Jesus would reach out and touch me, too.
But I stopped right there as it hit me – when I pray, I ask Jesus to reach out to me. To reach out to heal me, reach out to touch me, reach out His hand to touch my heart, my life. But this woman reached out to Him.
He is always there, right there with me. What if He’s waiting for me to reach out to touch Him?
Is there a difference?
Praying that God would reach out to me is very easy – I pray some lazy, easy words, and He does all the work. I want His miraculous power working in my life with very little effort from me. Reach out to touch me.
But reaching out to Him takes faith. It takes initiative and movement. “Draw near to God and He will draw near to you.” (James4:8)
He promises His presence, but He also invites us to come to Him. I don’t want to just sit around, waiting for Him to come get me. I want to go to Him, reach out to Him, take a leap of faith and jump to Him! Pursue Him.
Reach out to touch Him.
There’s a song by Caedmon’s Call with the words, “Swing Your robe down low.” I always picture the robe of God sweeping across the sky, hanging low enough to the earth for us all to touch it. So close, Him waiting for us. Offering Himself to us.
I close my eyes and reach out my hand to Him. And it does feel different. I’m the one reaching, accepting, inviting, pursuing. I’m having faith that He is there, that there is Someone to reach my hand out to.
Swing Your robe down low.
One thought on “Reaching Out to Touch His Robe”
This is a very important story that you have shared with many others and especially in our modern times, “Reach out and touch the cloak of Jesus” I’ve tried to explain something like this to someone who’s friend feels that there is no hope and she is dying, someone who maybe doesn’t have very much faith and feels that she is in a very dark place at this time in her life, but my friend queried me and queried me and said how am I going to tell my friend that, this happened a long time ago and I just told her she only has to reach out with all heart and all her soul and it’s never to late and when my friend queried me on this I told her that Jesus said these words in reference to many different circumstances “ many will come first but will be last and many will come last but will be first”
My friend is sometimes doubtful of my thinking and I just typed into the Internet, “reach out and touch the cloak” and yours is the story that I read and in turn my friend read it also and this really helped me to explain from another persons thinking.
Thank you once again for sharing your story !
From Thomas a believer