The woman spent twelve years of her life as an outcast, suffering from incurable bleeding which cost her life savings while searching for solutions. Hers was more than a medical problem. Bleeding had social, spiritual, and personal ramifications.
She was watching her best childbearing years pass by while remaining in a perpetual state of ritual uncleanliness. She was physically and, therefore, socially untouchable with no way to change her status. She would be useless to any man as a wife. No friend would accompany her. No mikvah could offer her cleansing.
With the search for all human solutions exhausted and healing eluding her, she hides herself amongst the crowd in desperation. “If I can just get close enough to Jesus and reach out to him–the healer,” she thought. It was worth the risk. She overcame her fears to be there, to reach out, and, eventually, to tell the “whole truth” of her vulnerable story in front of everyone gathered that day.
The account of this brave woman, found in the Gospels of Matthew, Mark, and Luke reminds me of the many accounts of wilderness survivors I have encountered over the years. Trapped and alone without food or water, under exposure to the elements, the survivor does not pause to think whether his last action to fight for his life will prove effective. He simply musters up the strength, against all odds, to put out one last SOS, take one more stroke to swim, or call out one last time for help.
If he’s lucky, the last-ditch effort will make the difference between life and death.
This woman’s arm stretched out through a crowd to Jesus’ hem was her final SOS. It was worth the effort.
She knows that when you come to your end, there are no ordinary solutions that will do. We know from the story that she exhausted her religious, expert, and relational options finding no answers, power, or help there.

When she, or you and I, come to this point, two final options remain:
- Succumb to despair. If there is truly nothing left, there is nothing to live for.
- Turn to the a supernatural power, help, and answer–Jesus.
In her case, with all ordinary means of grace exhausted, there is yet one extraordinary means to reach towards. Jesus proves himself effective for the healing when power goes out of him and vibrates through her.
I’m with her. This woman.
In the past few years I have become so disillusioned with human solutions to the problems that are beyond us. I have faced too many things in my own life that do not seem to be solvable. Too many impasses.
Strengthsfinder 2.0 tells me that I excel in strategic thinking and problem solving. I have worked in a job with complex problems and found ways forward for people, never struggling to find at least small solutions that can help move the needle. I can muster the patience to persevere in that process.
Not so these last few years when my best assets and efforts left me powerless. Helpless. Impotent to change the situations around me. In these moments and circumstances, things felt primal. I was just trying to survive.
And when I looked around at society, it seems to be a theme. Can we really solve the things that trouble us?
Stop gaps? Yes. Solutions? Not really.
Accepting this is part of the solution.
A couple years ago, I had to turn off the news notifications. I could not take the noise anymore.
No organization will cure it.
No political party will fight it.
No charismatic leader will rescue us.
I want to wave the white flag and ask for supernatural intervention. I just think it’s that bad.
But I can accept that premise because it is a necessary one for receiving the gospel. We, as humanity, bring nothing.
At the end of the day, all our efforts do not improve our situation. I believe God equips us as image bearers to enact all kinds of wonderful efforts that generate goodness and kindness. But, without supernatural intervention they will never end the cycle of shattering brokenness in our world.
Our ability to harm is just as strong as our ability to do good. Every well-intentioned effort is likely to have an unintended consequence. This is a point proven by every loving mother and father on the planet and their offspring.
I used to think that I had a lot of power and agency to create a good (near perfect) family because of my values, my chosen spouse, and my faith in God. More recently, I realize the naïveté in that. When Paul writes about knowing the good he wants to do, but cannot, we can read it as an individual internal struggle. But, zooming out, Paul, and all of us, are complex creatures with habits and programming from our broken ancestry and society. We are all products of who we came from, both generationally and socially and have far less individual autonomy than I thought. We all think we will do better than what we experienced, but our demons catch up to us. Those demons go on to plant seeds that will haunt our children, who will try to do better than us.
I do not mean to be depressing. This, for me, is about laying aside idealism, not to accept fatalism, but to embrace reality. That reality helps me to surrender to the only one who can handle problems so big.
At the end of the day, when I cannot enact the kinds of outcomes I desire, despite my effort, I surrender to a power greater than my own. It is the only power that can lift us from the ashes and bring hope. It is a supernatural resurrection power, not a natural power. It is not based on my efforts or my outcomes.
Despair visits me, but it cannot help me live another day.
Like the bleeding woman, I overcome my fears just enough to extend a hand through the crowded chaos and try to grab the hem of Jesus’ garment. Even if we have to tell the whole truth of our stories in front of everyone, the possibility of healing is still worth it.
So take heart, my friends.
The worst situations are the best opportunities for this kind of extended arm posture.
Jesus made it clear, if we want to be perfect, good luck. If we are sick and need help, he is here–for us.
If no one can lift you up, you need rescue and supernatural lifting. While a desperate and unenviable spot, there is clarity here. No illusions. Just feel your desperation…and reach…
Despair is only necessary when you are out of possibilities.
As for me…All of my hope, is in the name of Jesus…God, turn it around…God, turn it around…








