Note: This series is written as a first-person narrative in order to present Jesus in the context he walked with the unknown disciple that narrates presenting my thoughts and sparking more thoughts with his questions. Enjoy.
The return trip across the lake went much smoother. We didn’t almost die in a storm or encounter demons. The last day had been eventful.
“Look!” Thomas pointed. A large crowd awaited. One of the boats that went with us must’ve got there first.
They surrounded Jesus when he climbed down. A man was running through the crowd, Jairus, one of the synagogue leaders, came and fell at Jesus’ feet. He pleaded earnestly with him, “My little daughter is dying. Please come and put your hands on her so that she will be healed and live.”
So Jesus went with him.
A large crowd followed us and pressed around him. Then Jesus stood still. He turned around in the crowd and asked, “Who touched my clothes?”
“You see the people crowding against you,” Matthew answered, “and yet you can ask, ‘Who touched me?’ ”
But Jesus kept looking around to see who had done it. Then a woman, knowing what had happened to her, came and fell at his feet and, trembling with fear, told him the whole truth.
“I’ve been bleeding for twelve years. Many doctors tried to help and I spent all I had, yet instead of getting better I grew worse. I heard you had returned and I thought, “If I just touch his clothes, I will be healed.” Immediately my bleeding stopped and I felt in my body that I was free from my suffering. My strength had returned.”
He said to her, “Daughter, your faith has healed you. Go in peace and be freed from your suffering.”
She had touched all those people while ceremonially unclean to get to Jesus. Jairus was looking impatient while she spoke.
“Jesus…” he said. Then while Jesus was still speaking, some people came from the house of Jairus, the synagogue leader. “Your daughter is dead,” they said. “Why bother the teacher any more?”
Overhearing what they said, Jesus told him, “Don’t be afraid; just believe.”
He did not let anyone follow him except Peter, James, and John the brother of James. I watched them leave us. Later they returned and Peter told us what happened.
“When we came to the home of the synagogue leader, there was a commotion, with people crying and wailing loudly. We went in and Jesus said to them, “Why all this commotion and wailing? The child is not dead but asleep.” But they laughed at him.”
“Laughed at him?”
“Yeah, said he was crazy. So Jesus made them all leave. Jairus made sure of it. He took the child’s father and mother and us and went in where the child was. He took her by the hand and said to her, “Talitha koum!”
“Little girl, I say to you, get up!” I thought.
“Immediately the girl stood up and began to walk around. She was 12 years old. It was amazing. He gave strict orders not to let anyone know about this, and told them to give her something to eat.”