This sermon was delivered as part of Hosanna! People’s Seminary‘s women-led preaching circle called “Luke & Us.”
When Jesus returned, the crowd welcomed him, for they were all waiting for him. And a man named Jairus, an official of the synagogue, came forward. He fell at the feet of Jesus and begged him to come to his house, because he had an only daughter, about twelve years old, and she was dying. As he went, the crowds almost crushed him. And a woman afflicted with hemorrhages for twelve years, who (had spent her whole livelihood on doctors and) was unable to be cured by anyone, came up behind him and touched the tassel on his cloak. Immediately her bleeding stopped. .Jesus then asked, “Who touched me?” While all were denying it, Peter said, “Master, the crowds are pushing and pressing in upon you.” But Jesus said, “Someone has touched me; for I know that power has gone out from me.” When the woman realized that she had not escaped notice, she came forward trembling. Falling down before him, she explained in the presence of all the people why she had touched him and how she had been healed immediately. He said to her, “Daughter, your faith has saved you; go in peace.” –Luke 8:41-48
It’s easy to imagine how some stories were written into the bible. The cynic in me can just see some pope or bishop writing down ‘Peter, you are the rock on which I shall build my church’ or naming 12 men as Jesus’ ministerial heirs, thereby giving such forgettable figures as Bartholomew, Andrew and Judas son of James authority over Mary and Martha of Bethany, Mary of Magdala and even Mary Mother of God.