Part 12 (1/2)

As their boat drew near to land, they saw a crowd standing on the sh.o.r.e. Everyone had been watching anxiously, waiting for Jesus to come.

When Jesus stepped ash.o.r.e, the waiting crowd made way for a man who was well known in the town. His name was Jairus, and he was the chief officer of the synagogue.

Jairus fell down at Jesus' feet and began to plead with him to come to his house at once:

”My little girl is dying. Please come and put your hands on her, and heal her, and make her live!”

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Jesus went with Jairus, and the whole crowd followed to see what he was going to do. As they walked along the street, with people pressing in on them from every side, Jesus suddenly stopped and said,

”Who touched my clothes?”

The disciples could not imagine what he was talking about. They said to him:

”Why, don't you see the crowd? Everybody is touching you! What do you mean by asking, 'Who touched my clothes?'”

But Jesus answered:

”There's someone in particular who touched me. I felt power going out of me.”

With that, a poor woman came out of the crowd and fell down in front of Jesus. She was trembling with fear. She told him her whole story.

For twelve years she had been sick. She had spent all her money on doctors, and she never got any better. She thought that if only she could touch his clothes, without anyone seeing her, she would be made well.

Jesus looked at her kindly, and said:

”Your faith has made you well. Go in peace.”

Meanwhile Jairus was waiting impatiently for Jesus to come along. Soon it might be too late!

At that very moment a message came from Jairus' house. The worst had happened. The little girl had died, and there was no use troubling Jesus. Already it was too late.

But before Jairus could speak, Jesus took him by the arm and said:

”Don't be afraid. Just keep on believing.”

He sent the crowd away, and told the disciples that none of them could come with him except Simon and James and John.

Jairus led the way to his house. When they got there they found that the bad news was true. The little girl had really died. Already the flute players, who played at funerals in Palestine, had arrived.

Everyone was mourning and weeping.

Jesus spoke sharply to the mourners.

”Why are you making all this fuss?” he asked. ”The little girl isn't dead. She is only sleeping.”

Everyone laughed at him, as though he were a fool. ”So he doesn't know the difference between being asleep and being dead,” they said to themselves. But Jesus told them to get out of the house. When they were gone he took Jairus and his wife, and the three disciples, and went into the little girl's room.