Luke 8:40-48
King James Version (KJV)
40 And it came to pass, that, when Jesus was returned, the people gladly received him: for they were all waiting for him.
41 And, behold, there came a man named Jairus, and he was a ruler of the synagogue: and he fell down at Jesus' feet, and besought him that he would come into his house:
42 For he had one only daughter, about twelve years of age, and she lay a dying. But as he went the people thronged him.
43 And a woman having an issue of blood twelve years, which had spent all her living upon physicians, neither could be healed of any,
44 Came behind him, and touched the border of his garment: and immediately her issue of blood stanched.
45 And Jesus said, Who touched me? When all denied, Peter and they that were with him said, Master, the multitude throng thee and press thee, and sayest thou, Who touched me?
46 And Jesus said, Somebody hath touched me: for I perceive that virtue is gone out of me.
47 And when the woman saw that she was not hid, she came trembling, and falling down before him, she declared unto him before all the people for what cause she had touched him, and how she was healed immediately.
48 And he said unto her, Daughter, be of good comfort: thy faith hath made thee whole; go in peace.
Isn't this story in Luke 8 beautiful? It demonstrates how God is not some amorphous infinity of electricity. No, rather God is a person who drains and fills just like we do. Nature acts upon God and God must work to act against it. People from all over the world cause things to happen that not even God can predict. At first, this idea scares us. It makes us feel vulnerable that God can't fix everything. But in another sense, it comforts us to know that what God gives us, God has lost. God must lose something in order to give. God must sacrifice something for us. The love that sheds from God takes from God. That is the beauty of it.
