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