September 6, 2013 by Beth Hess

The Gospel of Mark tells us she had been bleeding for 12 years. Tried every remedy. Consulted many doctors. Spent every penny to make it stop. It only got worse.

It must have felt hopeless.

And lonely. In those days she would have been banished for the bleeding. Her affliction as public as if she were wearing it as a scarlet letter upon her chest.

Marked Red. Unclean.

Sometimes I feel the same.

A constant affliction I can’t seem to shake. A public display of my imperfections. A wound of the soul. A bleeding of my joy. A constant flow of trying to fix it myself with any available remedy and every last resource.

Except one.

A touch of Jesus. The only one whose flow of blood can stop all the rest.

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2 thoughts on “Red

  1. This is such a great story, it’s helped so many over the years. I wrote a post related to infertility with this gospel story about a year ago. One touch brought healing. Love.
    Thanks for sharing your pain.


  2. Visiting as your FMF neighbor. Good job. A drop of blood and we’re saved. Amen!


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