John Chrysostom
After reflecting deeply, she resolutely embarked on an incredibly bold endeavor, showing no fear of time, poverty, or the throngs surrounding her. Through faith, or more accurately, with faith as her ally, she subtly reached out to touch the Lord’s garment and, in due time, received the healing she sought, convinced that her connection with Him would end her afflictions. And indeed, it happened: she was immediately freed from her suffering. The account of the woman who bled is found in the Gospel of Luke. The one who was healed encountered the Healer, the one who was bound met the Liberator; she beheld the anchor of creation, witnessed the arrival of the King who would endure Passion, caught sight of the hope of unspeakable joy, and saw the one who bore the infinite power of healing.
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She perceived the Source of cures radiating waves of grace, life coming to the lifeless, and a profound realization struck her: I have found the Healer I seek; this Physician will not require gold for His services; rather, a genuine heart is what He will ask of me; one offering He will desire—faith. And I possess that; my illness has not robbed me of it. Yet my thoughts are in turmoil. What should I do? Should I rush toward Him and hold onto Him? I would risk the crowd’s wrath. Shall I call Him to me? They may drive me away as if I were unclean. Conceal my misfortune? But I can no longer endure this pain. Approach the Physician of nature? Yet I stand in awe of Him as my King. Will He receive me as a supplicant? I fear He may turn away as from the impure. Will He show mercy to the suffering? Yet will He condemn me for approaching Him? What then shall I do? What should occupy my mind? Gaining courage, I am anxious that I may not heal again. I will not succumb to fear of the crowd, I will disregard my trepidation, I will expose myself to scorn, yet I will be freed from my internal affliction. The law rejects me as unclean, while the Lawgiver pities me as ill. The woman's determination and hesitation battled within her soul, yet her faith proved to be her ally. According to the Gospel, she pressed forward, coming up from behind Jesus, and touched the fringe of His robe. ‘For she said within herself, “If only I touch His garment, I shall recover”’ (Matthew 9:21). Oh, the bold act born of faith! Oh, a transgression that receives praise from the one who condemns theft! Oh, a deed honored by the very one who was robbed! And behold how wondrous it is: her act of faith amazes us as much as her generosity. ‘For she spoke in herself.’ She recognized that God is the Sovereign to whom nothing is hidden. He does not require physical sight; He is the Healer of souls, the eye that penetrates thoughts. He sees me in my concealment, hears me even without spoken words, and touches me from a distance; He understands that, as unworthy as I am, I could hardly withstand His gaze. So what shall I do? I will approach unobtrusively, honoring Him in thought while maintaining my humble appearance, and I will touch the hem of His garment. Just one touch of His garment will suffice for my healing because it carries His divine power; surely the robe that envelops life radiates salvation! Moses, great among the prophets and leader of a troubled people, was still merely a man. Yet this one is the Lord of all, embodying compassion. If the staff of the servant could part the Red Sea and create walls of water, would not the edge of the Lord's garment be moved by the rush of blood? The zealous Elijah, a devoted servant of God, was merely human, yet his fervor was a vessel for miracles. Likewise, Elisha, who received abundant grace from his mentor, controlled the Jordan's waves through divine grace. If the prophets possessed such grace, how much more must He, whom they foretold, embody incredible power? Why should we doubt? The shadow of Peter offers healing, but the garment of Christ would not do the same? I can already sense how my simple resolve has begun to suppress the illness. Oh, the faith that conquers the burdens of affliction! She believed, and the tormenting disease fled; she believed, and even the fiercest affliction was powerless; she believed, and the constant flow of blood ceased, as though extinguished by an unseen fire. She touched His garment, drawing closer to Him, and He discerned her innermost thoughts. She was quietly healed in body, and the Savior revealed her spiritual beauty for all to see. He would not permit such a manifestation of holiness to remain unacknowledged, nor allow the truth's flame to be snuffed out in the shadows of forgetfulness. The Gospel proclaims to the world the faith of the woman who boldly engaged in the sacred act of receiving God’s grace with unwavering intent. Who is she that is revered for her audacity, as though she embodied faith? The faith of the woman cautioned the robber; her hand, praised before his mouth, rendered silent, had approached the throne of Heaven before he could utter a cry. For the beginning of the new year and of the martyrs, and of the woman who bled.