The concentric stories of the bleeding woman and the dying girl in Mark 5 have long been favorites of mine. Along with featuring two women who receive Jesus’ healing, it’s a brilliant example of Mark’s ability to tell compelling, emotional stories with just a few words. When I was a little girl sitting in the pews, so many Bible stories seemed aimed at someone else—men, adults, saints, figments of history. But when Mark 5 came around, the Bible was for me. I was the woman creeping through the crowd. I was the girl lying on the bed, and my heart soared when Jesus spoke, as if directly to me: Talitha koum! (Little girl, get up!) By a first-century reckoning, it is astonishing that Jesus bestows this healing – perhaps even this resurrection – on a little girl whose life is largely viewed as unimportant. Child mortality in the ancient world was staggeringly high, and even if she made it to adulthood, this young woman would then likely face similarly staggeringly high rates of maternal mortality. If you are going to save someone, save a king, a soldier, a priest, an heir — not a little girl. Yet when her distraught father comes to Jesus to beg on her behalf, Jesus goes. The little girl’s worthiness to be saved is not in her wealth, rank or societal usefulness. She is worthy because she is loved, by her father on earth and her Father in heaven. Since this gospel story tells us young women are invaluable by heaven’s reckoning, I thought I should hear a young woman’s perspective on this Scripture. So, I reached out to a friend of mine, Evie, who has just turned 12 herself. Evie is part of a multi-congregation youth group that my own church takes part in, and I have been delighted by her interest in Scripture and her ear for liturgy. If you take a look at this week’s published liturgy, you’ll find that the call to worship and prayers of confession, illumination, and dedication are purely hers. ... Read the rest of the commentary on the website.
Thanks to this week's writer Carol Holbrook Prickett. |
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