His shrieks could be heard day and night in the nearby village. The people of the village tried to shackle him – not to help him, but to silence him. But they could not subdue the wretched man. He gave up hope, UNTIL
Jesus stepped out of a boat and into the man’s tortured world.
Her fingers dug into her palms. She watched the Man pass before her. Her heart beat wildly in her chest. If only I may touch His clothes, I shall be made well. With her eyes fixed on the Man called Jesus, she entered the crowd.
The streets of Capernaum were mobbed with people. A Man leading the crowd seemed bent on a mission. Another man named Jairus had just pleaded with the Man to come heal his young daughter who was desperately ill. A woman with a persistent flow of blood for twelve years stood at the edge of the crowd. She had sought doctors to heal her, but to no avail. Rather, she became worse. She had spent all she had. In addition, she knew she was unclean, and no one could touch her without becoming ceremonially unclean themselves. Twelve years. Her fingers dug Read More