Mark 5:21-43 · A Dead Girl and A Sick Woman
The Healing of Jairus' Daughter and the Hemorrhaging Woman
Mark 5:21-43
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by James W. Moore
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A business executive became depressed. Things were not going well at work, and he was bringing his problems home with him every night. Every evening he would eat his dinner in silence, shutting out his wife and five-year-old daughter. Then he would go into the den and read the paper using the newspaper to wall his family out of his life.

After several nights of this, one evening his daughter took her little hand and pushed the newspaper down. She then jumped into her father’s lap, wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him strongly. The father said abruptly, “Honey, you are hugging me to death!” “No, Daddy,” the little girl said, “I’m hugging you to life!”

This was the greatness of Jesus. He took people where they were and hugged them to life. That is precisely what we see Jesus doing here in this dramatic passage in Mark 5. He is loving needy and hurting people, hugging them to life. This passage is a fascinating one because here we have a story within a story, or two healing stories rolled into one and the people involved could not be more different.

On the one hand, the family of Jairus represented the “upper crust” of society. Jairus was the ruler of the synagogue. He was a man of substance, rich and powerful and religiously prominent. In the synagogue, he called the shots. He decided who would preach, what scripture would be read, and what hymns would be sung. He represented the Elite of Society, especially the religious world, but this day Jairus was troubled. His 12-year-old daughter was dying.

On the other hand, the hemorrhaging woman in the crowd was a social outcast. She was considered unclean as one who was under the judgment of God and therefore not allowed to set foot in the synagogue. In this magnificent passage, these two vastly different people, the down and out hemorrhaging woman and the upper-crust daughter of Jairus, are loved into life by our Lord. Remember the story with me.

Jesus and His disciples had been going from town to town. He had been preaching the gospel and healing people. Large crowds were coming out. They were clamoring to see Jesus and hear Him. One day this man called Jairus came looking for Jesus. Jairus was the ruler of the synagogue. He fell down at the feet of Jesus and begged the Master to come to his house because his only daughter (who was about 12 years of age) was gravely ill and dying. Jesus agreed to go with him and as they went, people began to press in around Jesus. The New English Bible puts it dramatically: “He could hardly breathe for the crowds.” The people were so excited to be near the master that they were pushing and shoving and crowding in close to Him.

In the crowd that day was a woman who had been hemorrhaging for 12 years. She had tried everything she knew to try, but no luck… no relief, no help for her problem. No one had been able to cure her. She slipped up behind Jesus, working her way through the crowd… and when no one seemed to be looking, she reached out tentatively, fearfully, and touched the hem of His robe. At once, the hemorrhaging stopped. For the first time in 12 years, the flow of blood stopped.

Jesus simultaneously felt or sensed that something special had happened -- it was a unique touch -- and He felt strength go out of Him. Immediately, Jesus stopped. He turned around and asked, “Who touched Me?” The disciples were astonished by the question in the midst of all the pushing and shoving and jostling. “What do You mean, ‘who touched You?’ Everybody’s touching You.”

But, you see, they couldn’t tell a push from a touch. Jesus could! He knew the difference and He knew that it was a tender touch that had drawn strength out of Him. The woman had not expected to be detected, but when Jesus turned and asked that question, she knew that He knew, and she came forward trembling and she fell at His feet and confessed that she was the one who had touched the hem of His garment. She explained in a rush of words why she had touched Him and how she had been instantly cured. Graciously, Jesus lifted her up and said to her, “My daughter, your faith has made you well. Go now in peace.”

Notice how gentle and loving Jesus is with her as He gives her a new lease on life. He doesn’t chastise her for interrupting Him. He doesn’t critique her theology or her superstitious expectations. He doesn’t rebuke her for seeing Him as a sort of last resort. Rather, He gives her act the most gracious possible reception. And although we know the healing came from Him, He humbly gives her the credit. “Your faith has made you well,” He says to her.

Now, the rest of the story is even more remarkable. They tell Jesus that Jairus’ daughter is gone. It’s too late. She has already died! I’m sure at that moment Jairus (as any father would be) was devastated. His only daughter snatched away. But again, Jesus is gracious and generous and loving. I can just imagine Him touching Jairus’ shoulder and saying, “Don’t be afraid now; only believe, and she will be made well.”

They go on to the house. The people are weeping and mourning. They scoff at him for thinking he can do anything about this. But Jesus goes in to that little girl, and He resurrects her. He loves her into life, and then (I love this) He tells them to give her something to eat.

Now, of course, there are many beautiful lessons here in Mark 5 in these two dramatic stories of healing, and we could go off now in any number of directions. But for the moment, let’s look closely together at the power of love and the amazing, incredible things love can accomplish when it is given and when it is received.

I.  FIRST OF ALL, LOVE HAS THE POWER TO HEAL.

Scientific research is now confirming what many of us have suspected all along – that love plays a big part in the healing of a hurting body. Love has the power to heal physically, emotionally, and spiritually.

Have you heard the legend of the Fisher King? When the Fisher King was a boy, he was sent out to spend the night alone in the forest as a test of his courage to be king. During the night, he had a vision of the Holy Grail (the cup used by our Lord at the Last Supper), surrounded by great flames of fire. Immediately, he became excited by the prospect of wealth and glory that would be his by possessing such a great prize. Greedily, he reached into the flames to grab the Holy Grail, but the flames were too much and he was severely wounded.

As the years went by, the Fisher King became more despondent and alone and his wound grew deeper. One day the Fisher King, feeling sad and depressed and in pain, went for a walk in the forest. He came upon a court jester. “Are you all right?” the jester asked. “Is there anything I can do for you? Anything at all?” “Well, I am very thirsty,” the Fisher King replied. The jester took an old dilapidated cup from bag, filled it with water from a nearby stream, and gave it to the Fisher King. As the Fisher King drank, he suddenly felt his wound healing for the first time. And incredibly the old cup he was drinking from had turned into the Holy Grail. “What wonderful magic do you possess?” the Fisher King asked the jester. The jester just shrugged and said, “I know no magic. All I did was get a drink for a thirsty soul.”

This old legend underscores a great truth that is written large in the scriptures, namely this… Greed and selfishness bring pain and suffering, but love brings healing and life. We see it here in Mark 5 as Jesus reaches out to the hemorrhaging woman and the daughter of Jairus… love has the power to heal.

II. SECOND, LOVE HAS THE POWER TO RECONCILE.

This is why Jesus insisted that the one who had touched the hem of His garment come forward. This woman was considered ceremonially unclean. She was not permitted to set foot in the synagogue. She was a social outcast. Jesus wanted to make it clear to everyone that she was well. He not only healed her, he restored her to an active place in normal society. He reconciled her with the community.

In his book, The Preaching Event, John Claypool tells a poignant story about identical twin brothers who never married because they enjoyed each other’s company so much. When their father died, they took over his store and ran it together in a joyful collaboration. But one day a man came in to make a small purchase and paid for it with a dollar. The brother who made the sale placed the dollar on top of the cash register… and walked the customer to the door to say goodbye. When he returned, the dollar bill was gone. He said to his twin brother, “Did you take the dollar bill I left here?” “No, I didn’t,” answered the brother. “Surely you took it,” he said. “There was nobody else in the store.” The brother became angry: “I’m telling you, I did not take the dollar bill.”

From that point, mistrust and suspicion grew until finally the two brothers could not work together. They put a partition right down the middle of the building and made it into two stores. In anger, they refused to speak for the next 20 years.

One day a stranger pulled up in a car and entered one of the two stores. “Have you been in business very long here?” the stranger asked. “Yes, 30 or 40 years,” was the answer. “Good,” continued the stranger. “I very much need to tell you something… Some 20 years ago, I passed through this town. I was out of work and homeless. I jumped off a boxcar. I had no money and I had not eaten for days. I came down that alley outside and when I looked into your store window, I saw a dollar bill on the cash register. I slipped in and took it. Recently I became a Christian. I was converted and accepted Christ as my personal Savior. I know now it was wrong of me to steal that dollar bill, and I have come to pay you back with interest and to beg your forgiveness.”

When the stranger finished his confession, the old storekeeper began to weep as he said, “Would you do me a favor? Would you please come next door and tell that story to my brother?” Of course, with the second telling, the two brothers were reconciled with many hugs and apologies and tears. Twenty years of hurt and broken relationship based not on fact, but on mistrust and misunderstanding. But then healing came, reconciliation came, because of that stranger’s love for Christ.

The point is clear: Christ is the Reconciler, but as the Apostle Paul put it, we can be “agents of reconciliation” when we live in the spirit of love.

Love has the power to heal. Love has the power to reconcile.

III. THIRD AND FINALLY, LOVE HAS THE POWER TO REDEEM.

Let me ask you something. Be honest now. Do you know the redeeming love of Christ in your life? Has He turned your life around? Has He loved you into life?

There is a beautiful old story about Zacchaeus the tax collector. It tells how in later years, he rose early every morning and left his house. His wife, curious, followed him one morning. At the town well he filled a bucket and he walked until he came to a sycamore tree. There, setting down the bucket, he began to clean away the stones, the branches, and the rubbish from around the base of the tree. Having done that, he poured water on the roots and stood there in silence, gently caressing the trunk with both of his hands. When his amazed wife came out of hiding and asked what he was doing, Zacchaeus replied simply, “This is where I found Christ!”

I can just imagine that for the rest of their lives, that woman who touched the hem of Jesus’ robe that day on the street, and the daughter of Jairus who was raised up in that room in her home, continually brought people back to those sacred spots and said, “This is where I found Christ! This is where Christ loved me into life!”

Do you have a sacred spot like that? This is the Good News of our Christian faith, isn’t it? Love has the power to heal, to reconcile, and to redeem.

ChristianGlobe Networks, Inc., Collected Sermons, by James W. Moore