He was a man of desperate faith
Jairus was willing to risk
it all
As he fell at the feet of
Jesus
Reputation, respect and
honor
What did that mean to him now
As his little girl lay
dying
He went to the One
The only One who had the
power
Over sickness and disease,
even life and death
In desperation he begged
My daughter, she is going
to die, unless
Please…come…touch and heal
her. So, Jesus went.
She was desperate, when
would she ever have another chance
The crowds said Jesus was
coming
He alone had the power to
heal her
For twelve long years, she
was considered unclean
An outcast, no one would
even touch her
Everything had been wasted
on doctors who couldn’t help her
In faith, with a trembling
hand
She reached out and touched
the hem of Jesus’ cloak
Immediately, after twelve
long years, she was healed
Instead of going on His
way
Jesus stopped
“Who touched Me?”
He looked around and saw
her
He cared for her, for she
was someone’s beloved daughter too
She confessed, He proclaimed,
“Your faith has made you well.”
Waiting, the father’s
desperation grew
Every moment, with every
delay
He wondered, was his
daughter still alive
The synagogue officials
came with grim news
Don’t bother, she’s dead
Then Jesus said, “Do not
fear…only believe.”
When they arrived, they
were greeted with weeping and wailing
Mourners laughed when
Jesus said, “She’s asleep.”
But the place emptied when
He said leave
Surrounded by those who
loved this girl
Parents with desperate
faith
Jesus commanded, “Talitha,
arise!” And she arose.
Astounded with joy
Her parents took her by the
hand
“Tell no one!” And Jesus departed
Susan Wachtel
January 7, 2019
