It dripped like this everyday. The reusable rags I used when
I ran out money for the fancy pads regardless. It dripped like this everyday...
The Middle Eastern sun is hot overhead and casting shadows.
The city has visitors, but I cannot see Him in the crowd. They say He is
walking surrounded by 12 men, but they lie. They told me that of the 12 men, I
knew 3 and could get to Him by calling in favours. One Matthew I had known
several years back as a cheat at the Roman tax office. One James ben Zebedee was a short tempered
twin fisherman and customer of my father’s. One Judas who had shady deals with my
physicians. They should have told me He was surrounded by 12 men and then all
of Jerusalem. I would have to press my way through the crowd of oblivious men,
gawking women and obnoxious children.
With this gagging odour of infected blood which hung around
me, they would smell me a mile away. It had been 12 years, but even I had not
gotten used to the fishy reek. I shuffled first forward, then sideways judging
my best approach. Last week, I heard he had come to one Lazarus on a sycamore tree. If
he won’t come to me today, I will go to Him. If He will not touch me, then I
will just touch the hem of His garment. They say anyone I touch is unclean, but
I’ll take my chances. This is really my
last chance. It drips like this every day. Some mornings I just can’t get up
for the light-headedness, palpitations, weakness and swooning. My life drips
like this everyday.
Endometriosis. Withdrawal bleed. Cervical cancer. Bleeding Bartholin
cyst. Dysfunctional uterine bleeding. They don’t know what it is. They pretend
they know and spout their ignorance masked by white coats and huge books
expressed in deafening technical jargon; but I know they don’t know what it is.
It drips like this everyday.
Vaginal laceration, cervical ectropion or bleeding fibroid
was what the first greedy, thieving scam artist and quack said it was. He kept
changing his mind at each visit. Each visit made my heart heavier and my
pockets lighter. After six months of experiments called practice, he passed me
on to swindler number 2 who was sure it was the placenta even after I insisted
that I had not been pregnant. Placenta previa or abruptio placenta. They are
ignorant, these people and they are robbers armed with pills and potions. But
maybe I am not fair. Physicians are humans- and flawed. Everyday, they uncover
my nakedness and put their hands on my inside. Everyday the bleeding continues.
It drips like this everyday.
I have travelled miles to see several physicians-the best of
them and the rest of them. Fellows, professionals, specialists, generalists and
herbalists. I have been under the knife twice, swallowed every potion; conventional
and unconventional, orthodox and alternative, drank every pill- bitter and
sweet, said every incantation- dark and light, changed my diet a hundred times
and more; yet it drips like this everyday.
I have forgotten the colours on the inside of the temple courts
and have not heard the Torah recited in the synagogue once these 12 years. My
friends and family are gone. Acquaintances which Moses’ Law didn’t were driven away
by the odours; those who weren’t driven by odours were driven away by my debts.
But today...today, the odours would make a way for me through the crowd. I had
made up my mind that the stories of the lepers’ cleansing, the blind seeing,
the lame walking, the deaf hearing, the weak strong would transcend to my
reality today. If I could just touch the hem of his garment...
As I jostled through the crowd, conscious of the angry
stares and covered noses, I saw them. Pharisees and Scribes in their flowing
garments and phylacteries. The established order of religion capable of
stopping me by whatever ordinances were written by Moses. I must hurry. Each
step is laboured, each breath shallow. My heart is pounding in my ears with the
frenzy of pagan drums. He’s nearer now. Can I make it? The fainting spell seems
to be coming on. My vision is now blurred with my tears. Can I make it? My
clothes seem more wet than ever before and I am conscious of the eyes drilling
my soiled behind. It dripped like this everyday. Shame, pain, fear...I’m not
sure what I should feel. I know I feel an intensely odd blend of all three but I
am overwhelmed by hope. Taken by faith. I shove people aside faster and with
more daring. Everyone is pushing anyway. There
He is!
I reach out now; first faltering, hesitant, cautious...then
boldly. It dripped like this every day. Or did it? Done. What was that? Like a
warm jolt of fire, a pleasant scorpion sting, coursing through my right hand,
up my arm, through my torso and into my head and down to my feet. Every fibre
of my being is ignited with an unseen fire. What was that the Rabbi had said
about a bush on fire in the deserts of Midian that did not burn?
Something has happened. I feel dry. Stronger. Clear headed. The
pain beneath my navel is gone. Could it be? It dripped like that everyday, but
I don’t feel it anymore. Thank you
unseeing Rabbi. I know you don’t know. 12 years of reproach, 12 years of
going through many physicians; now poor, wretched, hurt in body and in mind and
standing behind this extraordinary Saviour. Dry.
Under my breath, I whisper the mantra, “Shema
Yisrael, Adonai Eloheinu, Adonai E ad. Yeshua Meshiach- You are Messiah...” As I turn to make my
obscure escape from the teeming mass of humanity, lost in the sea of faces, I
hear the clear question by His incisive voice carrying above the hum and murmur
of the crowd. It was not asked in accusation. It was not framed for guilt. I
heard amusement, curiosity, affirmation. Gasp.
He knew!
But it had dripped like that everyday- and I knew from His
voice that He had loved me everyday.
“Who touched Me?”
~The woman with the issue
You cannot escape
unnoticed from the Grace you have touched.
*Any resemblance to individuals or patients treated by the
author is purely coincidental and should not in any way be seen as a breech in
confidentiality. The story is however based on a true story circum AD 28 recorded
by a first century Physician named Luke (Luke 8:43-48). What is your issue?