I remember when my son, Caleb, was 12 years old like it was yesterday. He is 24 years old, and it seems like his 12th birthday was much more recent than 12 years. Time passes but not according to the clock or calendar. Our lives are organized around moments, not days. The bigger the moment the longer it remains in our memory and the closer to our heart.
This young girl was just starting to live when she became ill. The fear of losing someone you love is overwhelming. The thought of losing your child is unimaginable. The notion that someone could make her well had to be the only thought Jairus could focus upon. Jairus had to find Jesus.
Like Mary and Martha, Jairus could have been spared this pain if only Jesus would have gotten there sooner. It could have been prevented; if only. The illness that made her father seek Jesus was the opportunity to demonstrate the power of the Messiah. The power that flowed from Jesus into the woman with the issue of blood could make everything right again. That power did make everything right again. Jairus' little girl became well. She lived again.
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