Here’s an interesting story from a busy period in Jesus’ life:

And when Jesus had crossed again in the boat to the other side, a great crowd gathered about him, and he was beside the sea. Then came one of the rulers of the synagogue, Jairus by name, and seeing him, he fell at his feet and implored him earnestly, saying, “My little daughter is at the point of death. Come and lay your hands on her, so that she may be made well and live.” And he went with him.

And a great crowd followed him and thronged about him. And there was a woman who had had a discharge of blood for twelve years, and who had suffered much under many physicians, and had spent all that she had, and was no better but rather grew worse. She had heard the reports about Jesus and came up behind him in the crowd and touched his garment. For she said, “If I touch even his garments, I will be made well.” And immediately the flow of blood dried up, and she felt in her body that she was healed of her disease. And Jesus, perceiving in himself that power had gone out from him, immediately turned about in the crowd and said, “Who touched my garments?” And his disciples said to him, “You see the crowd pressing around you, and yet you say, ‘Who touched me?’” And he looked around to see who had done it. But the woman, knowing what had happened to her, came in fear and trembling and fell down before him and told him the whole truth. And he said to her, “Daughter, your faith has made you well; go in peace, and be healed of your disease.”  (Mark 5:21-34 ESV)

See how Jesus was busy, but not so busy he couldn’t give time to a desperate man, or a hurting woman.

He heads off to help Jairus’ daughter, but then is interrupted by a woman in need.  He didn’t just brush her off and send her away.  No one would have blamed him – who is she to think she can just take some healing from him like a pickpocket?  Or maybe she just wants to touch a famous teacher?  What gives her the right?

Nor did Jesus anonymously heal her on the spot while walking – you know he could.  He stops, he meets her, calls her an affectionate name “daughter” and heals her.

This episode says so much about the value he places in human life – even a female human life, which was regarded quite differently in that time and culture.  His willingness to go out of his way, touch an unclean woman, and stop his travels and acknowledge her as a person speaks volumes.

I remember a dilemma like this once – with only a few minutes before I had to lead a church service, someone asked to speak to a pastor.  It turned out she was in desperate need of help, and planning to harm herself, and not stopping to speak to her would have been disastrous.

Question: Do you live at a pace that allows you to be present to those around you, particularly your neighbourhood?

Ryan Sim - July 10, 2013

Wednesday - Change It - Foundations

Yesterday we saw one truth from Jesus' story about foundations in life: that we all build on one foundation or another. Truth 2: Difficult times will come to all. We are all subject to the same rains, winds. Both houses face the same problems, but their foundations are differently equipped to withstand such pressures. IF built on sand, then great was its fall. If my identity is based on a stock portfolio, then when the market drops, my life falls apart. If my identity is built on my physical health or beauty, the moment I get older, or get a bad diagnosis, I’m shaken. I can’t be who I thought I was forever. If my identity is on my kids becoming what I expect, I can ride high when things are good. I can be proud of their accomplishments, and so on. But that good life is easily shaken. If they make bad choices, don’t choose a prestigious career, I'm done and can do little to fix the situation. But if my identity is not on kids, but on God, following Jesus to him, then it’s built on rock. Then if my kids make bad choices, my identity is not shaken. I will be heartbroken, but by knowing who I am and that my foundation is on a solid rock, I will be able to reach out a hand to help them while they sink in sand. If my stock portfolio drops, I will be able to live on, knowing that I’ve invested in eternal treasure, and didn’t wrap myself up in that financial identity to the point of unnecessary risk. As my body begins to age or sustains injuries or illness, I can see it all in perspective. My life is built on my relationship with God, and my body is meant to serve that purpose. I’m not here to serve my body. We'll see tomorrow how that looks in practice. Question: How can foundations in life crumble? What kinds of winds or rains expose their sandiness? We meet for coffee every Wednesday night at Starbucks in the Chapters Store in Ajax, in Durham Region just East of Toronto. Maybe we'll see you there?

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