Category: Primigravida


http://www.catholic.org/prayers/prayer.php?p=684

Amen.

It was an enormous crowd. Crowd of fear, doubt, uncertainty, and endless questions.

But when I heard about Jesus that blessed Sunday morning, that He was a healer and a deliverer, I elbowed my way through the crowd.

I heard of this Jesus once, or too many times. He was good. I knew Him well. But because of many things, both mundane and important, I kinda forgot who He really was. Or what He really meant to me.

I had suffered from flow of blood and even lost a life inside me. And perhaps, my heart kept on bleeding since. But when I heard of Jesus… that He is coming… that He was a healer… maybe… just maybe…

I rushed behind Him. No need to call His attention. No need for Him to know about me. I know He is preoccupied with so many things already.

I am now close… very close to Him. All I need is to touch the edge of His garment. Just a finger of a touch. That was all I need. And I know I will be all well.

Not minding the crushing crowd, I outstretch my arms to reach Him. Just a touch of His garment, of His power, of His love. It is all I need.

And then finally, I felt the end of his cloak…