Monday of the Third Week in Lent
Read Luke 8:40–55
Nothing has made me feel as powerless as seeing my child dying and not being able to do anything about it. She was too young to suffer like that. I found Jesus, that rabbi who has done all the healing, and begged his help. I heaved a sigh of relief as he agreed.
As we fought through the crowds on our way back, he stopped and talked with a random woman. What was he doing? My daughter’s life was on the line, and he was chatting? Didn’t he realize the urgency? Sure enough, before we made it home a servant came to tell me she was gone. We were too late.
Still Jesus pressed on; he told me not to be afraid. He entered our home, and within minutes, my little girl was walking, laughing, and eating. The great healer has given us our life back.
Jesus, thank you for holding the power of life and death. We put our trust in you.
Text by Jodi Craiglow