As I thank you God our loving Father for this brand new month of February, I pray only for one thing: let me touch you and please, please touch me too!
There was a woman afflicted with hemorrhages for twelve years. She had heard about Jesus and came up behind him in the crowd and touched his cloak. She said, “If I but touch his clothes, I shall be cured.” Immediately her flow of blood dried up. She felt in her body that she was healed of her affliction.
Mark 5:25, 27-29
If I could reach you and do the same, Lord, I would have done it a long time ago; let me touch you in Jesus among the poor and the sick, among the fearful and lost, among those crying in so many pains and hurts.
Most of all, let me touch you, Lord, in my loneliness, in my pains, in my emptiness, in my weakness; it is what touches me most, Lord: when you search for me despite my sins; when like the dying daughter of Jairus, you take my hands and lift me up again to stand and walk with the same feeble legs and feet; and when deep inside, in your loving embrace, I realize how the Father weeps for us sinners like David wept for the death of Absalom.
That is the most touching of all - your divine touches, Lord: when like David in all his humanity despite the sins against him by his own son Absalom, he was deeply hurt and sad at his death because that shows the deeper meaning of touching - that we are all one, we are all linked together in you and with you who is our source and our end. Amen.
