Beautiful truth written by, Iva E Miller:
NOT A MILITANT MARCH BUT A TREMBLING TOUCH
She didn’t have any right to be at that march: the crowd following the divisive new leader creating historic waves. Mostly, the crowd surrounding him were curious rabble who just waited to see the next astonishing, incredible, and establishment-defying thing the leader would do or say next. She didn’t belong. She was sick; she was woman. Planned Parenthood hadn’t covered the costs of her treatments. Insurance now refused to cover pre-existing conditions. Her savings were depleted, and after years of suffering, her health was not only not better, it was chronic and there was no known cure.
She had no right to be at the march: if caught, her fate as an outcast was sealed.But she exercised the one God-given, inalienable right of any human, regardless of gender. She was woman and she BELIEVED the outrageous claims of this new leader. As soon as she heard about the impromptu march, she decided to join it. She knew she had no right to join it–but she trusted her rights to be restored through contact with this unusual new leader.
She chose to march without a sign so as not to draw attention to her lack of rights. But she was THERE, with a persistence and determination that eventually pushed her to the side of this strange leader. She didn’t hesitate to act out her plan. Bending over like she needed to re-buckle her sandal, she brushed her fingertips along the hem of His garment. By the time she had straightened upright, she was aware that her years of suffering were over.
Hardly able to contain her exultation, she begins to slip sideways through the crowd to head home. But her heart nearly stops when the leader’s voice rises above the rabble’s clamor to cry, “Who touched me?”
The march is effectively stalled. There’s a bit of amazed discussion between the leader and his security detail, and the woman debates in her mind what to do. Fear clutches her heart. Finally, as the march seems to have come to a standstill unless the leader’s question is answered, she plunges back through the crowd to fall at his feet in a near faint.
“I touched you,” she gasps out. “I know I didn’t have the right to be here at this march or to touch you, but I thought if I only brushed the hem of your garment, you would not be harmed, and I might be healed. That is all I have to say for myself.”
That powerful, divisive leader gazed at her. Her bowed head, her trembling body, her whole broken appearance reminded Him of why His presence was needed in this time and place. He was needed for restoring both rights and righteousness. Suffering women, among the lowest classes of society, needed Jesus.
So Jesus said what every woman since has needed to hear: “Daughter, your faith has made you whole. Go in peace.”
One woman with no sign and no shouts taught all us women how to exercise our most basic right: faith in a God Who heals, restores, and values His Creation.
Marching in the wonder of my rights today.
(Reposted from a Facebook SHARE)