Wherever He went…in villages and cities and out on the farms…they laid the sick in the market plazas and streets…and all who touched..the fringe of His robe , were HEALED!…(LUKE)
Amazing. Think of the one person (or two or three or more!) in life that you long with all your heart to be healed…and imagine them, reaching out and just one touch…
No more pain! No more weariness.
Joy must have throbbed up and down that line of common folks who were given a whole new life!
I imagine bringing my little Kierra to Him in my arms.
Placing her in His. And watching in breathless awe as she picks up her head, looks into His eyes, smiles, and throws her arms around Him in a hug.
I imagine her in my arms, whispering sweet little girl words,
Eating sweet fresh strawberries.
And I wonder why? Why can’t Jesus be here today…an arms length away?
Close enough to touch.
Close enough to HEAL?
And then, I wonder..if Jesus really were here…and would gently take Kierra and cradle her close and would ask me if I would let her stay with Him…
He would never let anything bad happen to her.
She would be totally safe,
How could I ever say ” No?”
So perhaps…that is what death is…
Not so much death …as
and everlasting JOY…