Monologue 2 Woman Jesus Healed
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You can’t know what it means for me to be with you today.
I am beyond excited to give my praise to God before you.
Since the first sense of my healing, I have been overcome with joy.
But I am also a little afraid.
I only want my testimony before you today to bring glory to God.
I am so very grateful for His profound blessing on my life.
Mine was a 12-year journey filled with discouragement, anger, confusion,
pain both physically and emotionally.
Physicians – the ones who proclaim to be experts –
those who used to be friends - even my family – all of them turned away.
Banned from the Woman’s Court at Temple and
shunned by my neighbors,
my life was lonely and hollow.
I felt isolated and useless. Totally alone.
Only my mother.
When she was walking by herself, she would look for me.
From a distance we allowed our eyes to meet.
We said so much in those moments.
Her look would hold me up and melt courage into my soul.
When I heard about Him, this prophet, I was deep in my affliction
with no friends, no money, no cure, and precious little hope.
So, I can’t really explain what overcame me that day.
Even the risk of ridicule did not hold me back.
On that morning crisp air greeted me as the sun broke over the horizon
with the promise of change. Something stirred inside.
I breathed deeply for strength as I walked along the outskirts of town.
I needed to feel connected. I needed something. Someone.
So, I took a chance and covered my head
crawling deep inside the folds of my robe.
I reasoned that if I stayed far away, I wouldn’t risk contaminating anyone.
You see, the reason for my seclusion was that
my flow had begun 12 years before.
And hadn’t stopped.
According to the Law I was unclean and anyone who touched me
would be unclean.
I was denied entrance into the temple. I had to stay on the outside.
I no longer belonged.
I heard that He was coming. I knew the stories.
He was a prophet and healer who they called Jesus of Nazareth.
And there was evidence that He healed.
He had brought the dead back to life.
He healed so many and spoke with knowledge and authority
far beyond even some of our priests and rabbis.
I was anxious to see him for myself.
A churning like hunger began in my belly that day
and it was overwhelming.
This gnawing pulled me forward.
I had to find out if He was the One.
I heard the enormous crowd before I saw it.
As they rounded the corner, I could see everyone pressing together.
And then I caught a glimpse of His face for just a moment.
It was an ordinary face but His eyes…O they held such peace.
I was frozen for a moment unable to move.
If there was a cure for me,
my healing was held in those eyes. I just knew it.
I had to make my way near the crowd unnoticed.
So, I pulled my cloak even tighter over my head.
The heat of the morning sun pulled tiny beads of sweat from my skin.
As I made my way closer the murmuring became clear.
They were talking about a little girl who was on the verge of death.
She was only 12 years old. How strange I thought.
Her life began at the beginning of my affliction.
She was facing death and He was on His way to heal her.
How could I trouble Him with my need?
I needed to become part of that crowd, but fear gripped at my feet.
What if I was discovered? What would happen if they knew it was me?
I moved closer wincing as my shoulders touched those around me.
They were now unclean and didn’t even realize.
Was I just being selfish?
Something was pulling me forward.
I had to get through the crowd to reach this prophet.
Close now I could see Him walking just before me surrounded by his disciples.
All I wanted to do was to touch His robe.
Just the edge of a tassel was all I needed.
If He could heal with a word, then surely His touch…
Please O Please I thought.
I was convinced that He was the One who could heal me.
No one else.
I almost paused out of fear.
But by this time, I was caught up in the crowd.
I needed to keep moving or be trampled.
I finally saw my chance and took it.
If I could just touch his robe.
I bent forward and stretched out my arm.
As the tips of my fingers grazed the cloth, I felt something shift deep inside.
A surge of energy flowed up my arm through my body.
I could feel the healing as it happened.
The bleeding stopped!
I stood completely still as the crowd moved forward without me.
At that same moment the Prophet turned and asked who had touched Him.
My world began to shatter as I realized that I had been found out.
Somehow, He knew.
I fell to my knees and began crawling towards Him.
The crowd noticed and made room for me.
My cloak had fallen away, and I was exposed.
They saw me in my shame once again.
Their whispering told me they knew who I was.
“Who touched me?” He was saying.
I rose on my knees with my head down
and raised my hand fearing His anger.
Then He reached for me and helped me up from the ground.
He touched me!
He raised my chin with a soft hand and smiled at me.
There was so much love in His eyes
that my heart leapt within my chest.
“Be of good cheer, Daughter, your faith has made you well.
Go in peace and be healed of your affliction.”
He told me that my faith had healed me.
He called me Daughter as if I belonged to Him.
I could hardly believe this was happening.
So long had I hoped and waited and prayed.
Even though I was not welcomed at the temple I still prayed.
Day and night asking for mercy. A miracle.
Now my prayers had been answered and I was well!
People around me were pointing.
Someone said my name.
But it wasn’t in fear or disgust but with awe.
Now I realize that more than my body was healed that day.
My lonely, starved soul woke up and was filled with purpose.
I didn’t realize that it was faith.
It truly felt more like desperation.
But that’s what He said.
My faith had made me well.
The last seeds of hope,
though small and still had kept my faith alive
until deliverance came.
To many tears and questions poured from my heart over those years.
Questions like why me?
And what have I done to deserve this?
I know now that this affliction was the path to my wholeness.
There was a part of me that needed a cure
that no human could provide.
It is not just about physical affliction
but about spiritual emptiness.
For me the healing of my body was the
outward sign of the
deliverance of my soul.
Everyone must walk their own path; I know that now.
Each of us must fight through disbelief and fear
to that place where Jesus lives,
where we can breathe and
find His purpose and His peace.
With every chance now I sing the praise of
Jesus who healed me.
Jesus who took away the shame that was my life.
Jesus who called me daughter.
He will forever be my song.
I will live now in full out praise holding nothing back.
I met Jesus of Nazareth and my life changed forever.
He called me to become His daughter as He calls each one of us.
Don’t be afraid to reach for Him.
Don’t be afraid to take His hand.
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