But a woman who had been suffering from a hemorrhage for twelve years came up behind him and touched the edge of his cloak. For she kept saying to herself, “If only I touch his cloak, I will be healed.” — Matt 9:20-21 NET
The ‘cloak of Christ’ still trails nearby us. It is by us, when we open the Bible and read His words. It is by us, when we feel the presence of the Holy Spirit with us. It is by our beds of pain, when we are sick. It is by us, when it grows dark around us with the gloom of sorrow. It is by us in our busiest days, amid the tasks and toils and cares of our life. We never get anywhere but ‘that mystic cloak’ trails close to us–so that we can reach out and touch it with our hand, and have the feeling of our heart’s cry conveyed to the very soul of Christ. If there is in us only a sense of our need, and a turning, with even feeblest faith, to Christ–our touch is instantly felt in heaven, and a voice of love calls, “Who touched Me?”
Daily Comfort - March 13
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