Slightly Obsessed #210: Arise by Pamela Thorson on 2018-03-21 08:57:27
“Do not be afraid any longer, only believe.” -Mark 5:36
She lay on her bed with her eyes closed, her long, black lashes kissing her gaunt cheeks. Her father hovered over her in distress, the sight of her ravaged body disemboweling him again. He had never, ever, felt so helpless, so full of pain. His cherished daughter, his gentle little lamb, lay dying, and he could only stand by and weep.
The house began to fill with family and friends as the news shot through the city. Panic filled Jairus. Then it occurred to him that there was still a ray of hope: to find the prophet Jesus from Nazareth.
Jairus was a man of some reputation and stature. He was a synagogue official and was, as such, in charge of overseeing the services and work of the synagogue, a man who ordinarily conducted His affairs with solemn dignity.
But his grief over his little daughter had stripped him of any such contrivances. When he learned that Jesus had crossed the Sea of Galilee and was in his city, he eagerly searched Him out. Jesus was not hard to find, surrounded as He was by a crush of people electrified by the miracles. Jairus made his way to Jesus, fell at the feet of the Christ in front of the crowd that had gathered and begged for his daughter’s life.
Jesus consented to go, and they headed toward Jairus’ home, jostled by the impatient crowd. On the way, Jesus suddenly stopped and asked who had touched Him. This was an odd question, since He was surrounded by people who were touching Him.
Then a woman, trembling in joy and fear, came forward and confessed to touching His garment. She had been completely healed by the power that flowed from Him. Jairus waited in agony while Jesus spoke to the woman.
But these short moments taken to restore one person had kept Jesus from the bedside of the lamb who lay dying. Before Jesus could finish speaking to her, messengers arrived with the news that Jairus’ little daughter was dead, striking fear in his heart as they destroyed the hope to which he clung.
It’s too late. Don’t trouble the Teacher anymore.
Then God spoke into his despair. “Do not be afraid any longer, only believe.”
Sending everyone but three disciples away, Jesus came to the house of Jairus. The mourning had already begun, loudly. The wails of grief quickly gave way to scorn as Jesus told them, “Why make a commotion and weep? The child has not died, but is asleep.”
Jesus sent everyone away, took his three disciples, and the girl’s parents, and entered the room where the girl lay. He took her hand and said, “Talitha kum.” Talitha is the feminine form of the Aramaic word “lamb.” “Kum” means “arise.”
In one moment, a family in torment was restored. That which was impossible with all of man's efforts was accomplished with just a word from the Savior.
Of all the miracles Jesus performed during His earthly ministry, He must have especially loved reuniting children with their families, for it was the very picture of His purpose for dying on Golgotha. He came from heaven entrusted with one mission, to reunite Father God with His fallen creation, the children who were dead in their sins and for whom He grieved deeply.
It was, and is, His great joy to enter the house of the dead and awaken us to new life with the words to which unbelief must always bow:
About Pamela Thorson:
Pamela Thorson is a licensed practical nurse, author, and full-time caregiver. She pioneered in the homeschooling movement from 1982-2006 and authored her first book, Song in the Night, in 2008. Her second book, Out from the Shadows: 31 Devotions for the Weary Caregiver, released in 2014. She resides in the Northwest with her family.
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