Jesus was walking through a town preaching and talking with a bunch of people. I was standing next to him so that people wouldn't get to close and hurt him or something like that. I knew he could heal himself, but he had a habit of helping others and forgetting about himself. Anyway, the crowd suddenly parted and a man stepped forward and fell to his knees before Jesus.
He cried and wailed and pleaded with Jesus saying, "My daughter has just died. But come and put your hand on her, and she will live."
So naturally, Jesus pitied this man and started on his way toward the man's house. The man talked about his daughter and how amazing she was and all that stuff. During this time, the crowd crowded around Jesus a little more.
Then Jesus suddenly stopped and said "Who touched me?"
I couldn't control myself. I broke out laughing. "Everyone is touching you. We're in a crowd man!"
"Power has left me." said He.
"I'm so sorry, but I just had to---" A small woman said.
Jesus turned and looked at the woman on the ground. "Take heart, daughter. Your faith has healed you."
I stared. The crowd was quiet. Them woman looked at her white robes that I could have sworn were red, moments before. Then she got up and walked away as everyone stared.
Then the man whose daughter was dead cleared his throat. Jesus then turned and followed him to his house. When He walked into the house He said to the people inside. "Go away. The girl is not dead but asleep."
Everyone laughed at him except me. I'd seen the woman get healed. I herded the crowd outside and then I followed him in with the father in tow. Jesus took the girl by the hand, and she got up. Everyone was amazed when they saw her walk into the sunshine.
