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Topic: rain (10/17/05)
TITLE: Healing Rain
By Lynda Lee Schab
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That she didn't notice had nothing to do with the fact that she was inside of her house. It had everything to do with the fact that at the moment, her mind wasn't focused on the drizzle. Instead, she was wonderfully distracted by the idea that today might just be the day. The day she had waited for, for twelve years!
No, she told herself, not 'might' be the day. Today <i>would</i> be the day; she was certain of it.
She prepared herself to go out, physically and mentally. It took a lot of energy to show her face in public. She was considered unclean and people tended to steer clear of her when she went to town. But she would risk the harsh comments and ridicule and disgusted looks from the townsfolk. Anything she had to endure would be worth being made well again.
Her hope and her faith rose significantly and it began to sprinkle.
She saw the hoards of people and her heart leapt. She knew the man who called himself the Son of God had to be at the front of the crowd, although seeing Him was impossible - she was too short to see over the grown men's heads. "I need to touch Him - if only the hem of His garment," she thought to herself, then merged with the thronging crowd, pressing forward with all her might.
And the rain came down a little harder.
It seemed like hours had passed. She was tired and sweating and weak but she refused to give up. She had to get to this man they called Jesus. She had heard that He healed hundreds already, most who were worse off than she was. The blind, deaf, lame, even lepers were miraculously cured. Surely He would heal her! She didn't have any more money for doctors. This was her one last hope!
She fell to her knees and inched forward, ignoring the pain of her scraped and bleeding knees and her sore and aching hands as they were stepped on again and again.
As the woman neared Jesus, the rain grew stronger, a steady flow of water from heaven.
She saw His sandals first, and then His robe. She concentrated on the hem, reaching her arm out as far as she possibly could to touch it. Dozens of legs and feet got in her way but she pushed and struggled around them until she finally drew close enough.
Slowly, she stretched her hand out and felt the fabric brush against her fingertips.
And the windows of heaven burst open and it poured. The rain came down in torrents and soaked her, washing away the dirt and the grime and the blood. The water cleansed her and made her whole.
And she was healed.
The woman went away in peace, lifting her face to the sky, letting the rain continue to pour over her. And she rejoiced and praised the One who had made her well.
<i> <b>"And He said to her, 'Daughter, your faith has made you well.'" Mark 5:34 </i> </b>
*Based on Mark 5:25-34
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