You need to get down low and point yourself in the direction in which He is traveling. Disregard the looks or comments of others. This is your time and you sense somehow that Jesus is making Himself available.
Others have suggested different means of rescue. You refuse to be distracted. Your past successes now seem to count for nothing. The voices in the crowd diminish and you are now hanging upon the expectation of One Voice. And He says it, “Who touched me?”
And you yearn to say, “Oh I did, merciful Son of God. Can’t you see this mess; can’t you intervene and make it all stop? Is there no relief?” But instead you snivel and appear all wet and pathetic. No matter. His eyes have connected with yours and now the words seem somehow redundant. He does see. HE DOES CARE. Something is changing.
It is all of his delightful mercy. Never a request for credentials or creeds.
Others have suggested different means of rescue. You refuse to be distracted. Your past successes now seem to count for nothing. The voices in the crowd diminish and you are now hanging upon the expectation of One Voice. And He says it, “Who touched me?”
And you yearn to say, “Oh I did, merciful Son of God. Can’t you see this mess; can’t you intervene and make it all stop? Is there no relief?” But instead you snivel and appear all wet and pathetic. No matter. His eyes have connected with yours and now the words seem somehow redundant. He does see. HE DOES CARE. Something is changing.
It is all of his delightful mercy. Never a request for credentials or creeds.
