I’ve been reading the book of Mark again. I love reading about Jesus. Reading the Gospels keep you focussed on the important things, the wonder, the joy, the sacrifice, the love.
Mark skips Jesus’ first thirty years to get straight into His ministry time, His purpose – Son of God, Son of Man. Jesus preaches, teaches, heals, performs miracles, forgives, calls disciples… It is wonderful.
But very early in the picture, we see that some are not impressed with paralysed men walking, blind eyes being opened, or demon-possessed people set free. In fact, they are incensed, angry, indignant (2:7,16, 24; 3:2, 6, 22).
Go figure!
Oh, the crowds loved Jesus. Disciples followed. Towns and villages were transformed, but the Pharisees, teachers of the law, were unimpressed. Jesus healed on the Sabbath! Agh! How dare He! He told a man to stretch out his hand to be healed. How evil! He forgave someone. Who does He think He is?
Religious rules, forgetting the heart of the good news, pride, lording it over others, position, traditions… all these can silence the beautiful, the holy, the incredible.
But God!
One of the synagogue leaders, Jairus, had a terrible situation. His little girl was dying. I don’t think it’s a stretch to imagine Jairus as one of these detractors of Jesus, alongside the Pharisees.
Until now.
It’s amazing how desperation, hopelessness, and love for your own, can shift wrong thinking, pride, stubborn beliefs.
And so, Jairus approached Jesus. Not with pride, but humility, falling at Jesus’ feet. He pleaded earnestly, eyes and heart pouring out repentance (in my mind), along with faith and belief –
‘My little daughter is dying. Please come and
put your hand on her so that she will be healed and live.”
Matthew 5:23
There is no scolding, no reprimand from Jesus. Just a willing, compassionate heart to do as Jairus asked.
Jairus must have felt relieved, hopeful.
And then a test. A woman who had been bleeding for many years interrupts Jairus’ miracle. ‘Hinders’ Jesus from the task at hand. Delays the opportunity, the miracle.
Perhaps Jairus is too scared to hurry Jesus, concerned he may lose the opportunity if he complains or makes demands. But his heart must have been racing. He watched Jesus’ love and tenderness, His compassion and power as this lady, a Jewish woman, broke those very rules Jairus burdened the people with. (She was not meant to be in the crowd while bleeding.) He watched her treasured and blessed by Jesus, healed, made whole, congratulated –
“Daughter, your faith has healed you.
Go in peace and be freed from your suffering.”
Mark 5:34.
As synagogue leader, Jairus could possibly have had her punished for even being there, removed the delay. But he didn’t. Perhaps he remembered the true calling of the priests, the joy and prayer and Presence of God that was meant to be in the House of God, the hope that should have been found by the people in the synagogue. Instead of rules. Perhaps this woman’s miracle gave hope for his own!
And then the news.
“Your daughter is dead. Why bother the teacher anymore?”
Mark 5:35
I might be reading too much into this, but I imagine these folk were not impressed when Jairus told them he was seeking Jesus out. It’s like they were almost glad the daughter died so that Jesus could not heal her and so receive more attention and praise.
Such a lack of compassion. Heartless.
But Jesus hears them.
Without even looking at them, Jesus tells Jairus,
“Don’t be afraid; just believe.”
Mark 5:36
These words are some of the most powerful we should have in our memory bank, our heart, our mouth.
Jesus’ instructions to Jairus are the most powerful, important words this man will ever hear.
I hear so much more than those few words. I imagine Jesus saying, ‘Will you trust Me? Will you believe Me, believe in Me? Will you follow and obey, correct your faulty and religious thinking? Will you serve the people instead of lord it over them? Will you remember who your Father God is, and His heart of love and compassion for His people?’
Jairus believed.
As they came to the home, the wailers were in full flight.
Those who heard Jesus’ next words, “The child is not dead, but asleep,” laughed at Him – in front of their friend and leader whose daughter had just died. What?!
So, Jesus sent them away and said –
“Little girl, I say to you, get up!”
Mark 5:41
This twelve-year-old girl stood up and walked around. The people were astonished. Yes!
Incredible.
“Don’t be afraid; just believe.”
Blessings,
Jenni