Touching the Hem of God’s Robe
I am the bleeding woman, healed. I am the dead girl, brought back to life.
I am the bleeding woman. I am the dead girl.
Rather, I was.
There was a woman who had had a flow of blood for twelve years, and who had suffered much and spent all that she had, and was no better but rather grew worse … Then came one of the rulers of the synagogue, Jairus by name; and seeing Jesus, he fell at his feet and begged him, saying, “My little daughter is at the point of death” … Then there came from the ruler’s house some who said, “your daughter is dead. Why trouble the Teacher any further?”
(Mark 5:25-26,22-23,35)
Yet now I’m the bleeding woman, healed. Now I’m the dead girl, brought back to life.