
“A man named Jairus besought [Jesus to] come into his house: For he had one only daughter … and she lay a dying.
But as he went the people thronged him. And a woman … came behind him and touched … Jesus said, Who touched me? When all denied, Peter and they … said, … the multitude throng thee, and sayest thou, Who touched me? … [finally the woman] came trembling, and falling down …
While he yet spake, there cometh one … saying … Thy daughter is dead; trouble not the Master.” — Luke 8:41-49
Whichever line I choose at the store stops. Five people checkout at the next line while I wait with two items for the one person in front of me to get a price check, call an absent manager, have a credit card denied, and/or fill out a return receipt. I don’t know how I do it!
I get impatient though I have nothing important compared to Jairus; his daughter was on her deathbed, Jesus her only hope.
How Jairus heart must have sunk as Jesus was stopped along with the way for a discussion about feelings! How he must have felt such urgency — right up to the point when the bad news came! Too late!
But Jesus is never too late, even if it takes a lifetime of waiting.
Jesus … answered …Fear not: believe only, and she shall be made whole” — Jesus (Luke 8:50)
— fritz

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