Scripture reading: Luke 8:40-48, NKJV

Amid a crowd pressing against Him, Jesus feels a singular tug on the hem of His garment…

“Who touched me?”

Here’s Madam X—we don’t know her age—who had been suffering from an issue of blood for twelve long years. She had spent her life’s savings visiting various clinics in search of a solution, but had nothing to show for it. Her condition, one can imagine, was incredibly distressing. She desperately needed the bleeding to stop.

Most women experience their menses once a month, and it’s unusual for it to last more than a week or exceed about 80ml a day. When it does, it’s considered abnormal and could be due to several conditions—from hormonal or clotting disorders to structural causes like fibroids or cancer. Abnormal uterine or vaginal bleeding can be deeply distressing.

But Madam X had heard about Jesus—and she knew He could heal her. So, she made her move.

Though considered unclean by the laws of her time and unfit to mingle with the crowd—let alone touch a holy man—she pressed on. Nothing would hold her back. Just a touch of the hem of His garment… After all, what was the worst that could happen? Who would know? Who would see? Who would feel?

Jesus knows. Jesus sees. Jesus feels.

Many followed Jesus that day. Many pressed against Him. But He felt only one touch. It was a touch of faith—intentional, calculated, and born from a deep, unwavering belief that He could heal her. He didn’t have to notice the touch, yet He did. He didn’t have to see her, yet He did. It was risky… but Jesus was ready.

He knows all about your struggles—even the ones you can’t say out loud. The ones you sneak around with. The ones you’ve spent years seeking help for in all the wrong places. The ones that make you feel unclean.

What if, today, you let go of the shame, the fear, the unworthiness—and just reached for the hem of His garment? He might just turn your life around.

Pray… that unlike the crowd that nonchalantly pressed in, we would truly touch Him. That our daily encounters with Him would not be routine, but intentional. That our worship would not be casual or mechanical, but full of faith, hearts brimming with desire to grasp the hem of His garment—amidst all the distractions of the world.

That even though the world won’t notice—He will feel it.

That as we touch the hem of His garment, as we genuinely pursue Him, as we yearn daily to draw near to Him—our struggles, our worries, our pain—will begin to fade away.

Amen.