Who Touched Me?

It wasn't even that she had to persevere to even get through to Him

THE TRUE FOCUS OUGHT TO REALLY BE UPON THE QUESTION ASKED BY JESUS-

"Who touched Me?"

AND THE RESPONSE OF THE CROWD-

"They all denied it."

We probably all would have responded much like Peter did by saying,

"What do you mean who touched you, everyone here is touching you?'

Yet the word translated "touched" doesn't mean what we commonly would

define it to mean- we think it means to "feel".

Yet, many in the crowded multitude "felt Him." Many of you come to church

and you "feel" something.

You may sense the presence of the Lord

You are aware of what He is doing

You are excited about what you see

You may even have a desire to partake of that "feeling"

Yet, you walk away from the experience- just as lonely, just as broken,

just as jealous, just as wicked, just as miserable and just as sick as you

came.

Because you never TOUCHED Him!

The word "touched" can actually be translated "to fasten oneself to"

It connotes getting a "death grip" on something. Like a pitbull locking

onto something, it implies grabbing hold without the intention of ever

letting go!

It says that "They all denied it."

sure they could all say "we were there"

we were a part of the crowd

we were all witnesses as to what took place

we can testify as to what transpired

yeah, we felt something

it was a really good service

it really got me thinking

But the question of Jesus remains the same "Who touched me!"

I have shared previously about a vision that I had a year or so ago

relating to hell-

In it I saw a multitude who appeared like rats on a ledge. They were

huddled together in a desperate attempt at preservation. They were so

closely grouped that they swayed together like wheat standing in a field.

The whole scene was engulfed in darkness and the atmosphere was that of

utter despair.

Yet, what stirred me was not the faceless throngs huddled together. It was

not the tragic consequences that awaited them. No, it was when in the

vision- the perspective zoomed in from a wide shot of the multitude to a

single solitary face within the crowd.

It wasn't the face of a murderer or a madman, but that of a young girl

who's eyes were filled with the horror of being within the confines of the

masses, yet realizing that she was all alone.

Eyes of desperation and a look of total hopelessness and unbelief as to

what was transpiring. Her life was probably a life of just fitting int

with the crowd. Just going with the flow. Just not making waves. Not

hurting anyone and not expecting to get hurt. Minding her own business.

Now the crowd that she had embraced was the crowd dragging her towards an

eternal demise!

I still look for that face when I am out on the streets, when we minister

at Mardi Gras or Biker Rallies or in churches or just walking around in

shopping centers.

Who touched me?

What separates the "faces in the crowd" from the "woman with the issue of

blood?"

The crowd still sees Jesus as just another option:

She saw Jesus as her ONLY option!

2 Chr 16:9 says "For the eyes of the LORD run to and fro throughout the