Happy ending. Two wonderful healing stories, one sandwiched in the middle of the other. First, we hear about the little girl, Jairus' daughter. Word had spread that this itinerant rabbi from Nazareth who reportedly had incredible healing powers had arrived in town. Enter Jairus, one of the high muckety-mucks in the local synagogue who happens to be the father of a very sick child. He wants his sweet baby well (and she would always be his sweet baby, no matter how old she was — any father knows that). That is why the gospel record presents him as dashing up to Jesus and, instead of making a genteel request, falling on his knees, probably grabbing Jesus around the ankles, and over and over, half asking, half crying, begging, "My little daughter is dying. Please come and put your hands on her…