I Touched His Clothes and I Was Healed


Today's readings talk about death and healing.  In the Book of Wisdom it says, "God did not make death, nor does he rejoice in the destruction of the living ... For God formed man to be imperishable; the image of his own nature he made him.  But by the envy of the devil, death entered the world, and they who belong to his company experience it."

I attended a funeral this week.  A mother of seven (one died tragically) and grandmother of many (a grandchild also died).  After the death of her husband, her final years were more clouded in lost memories.  She had been one of the pillars of the church community.

Sadly, the envy of the devil has fractured her family and many of them don't speak to each other.  It's what the devil does.  He divides and conquers.

In the Gospel of Mark, the story of the woman afflicted with hemorrhages is told.  The story reminds me of myself when I first decided to convert.  I wanted to be healed so badly of my past sins and start fresh.  I felt like that desperate woman, who in complete faith, knew that if she only touched the hem of Jesus' clothes, she would be healed!  And she was!  I was!

In the end, it is faith that saves the person.  But it is not just a blind acceptance of what cannot be explained.  It is belief in Him. - Bishop Coyne

And like the little girl, who Jesus healed, I arose from a deep sleep and took a new course in my life.

Taking her by the hand he said to her, "Tal'itha cu'mi"; which means, "Little girl, I say to you, arise."

The little girl in me was healed, too.

Today is my 600th post!  Thank you all for reading, encouraging, complimenting, praying, disagreeing and being Catholic with me!


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