What a wonderful statement of Christian faith! It gives me profound hope to know that during times of confusion and despair, all we need to do is raise our weary eyes to hills and He will be there to comfort us with outstretched arms.

His outstretched arms. I can’t help but think about point of Christ’s Passion. Mel Gibson’s movie had raised much controversy throughout world. I had heard mixed reviews and comments regarding information presented in film. It had been called anti-Semitic and violent. Historical scholars analyzed film to pieces and tried, as academia always does, to deny everything Jesus did in his all-too-brief lifetime. What point is all this leading to? Sometimes as mere human beings we get so caught up in little details of something that we fail to see big picture. It’s all too easy to do.

But Jesus was in town, and she had a believing heart working in conjunction with a sanctified mouth.

That’s always bad news for devil.

And there was a woman who had had a flow of blood for twelve years, and who had endured much suffering under [the hands of] many physicians and had spent all that she had, and was no better but instead grew worse. She had heard reports concerning Jesus, and she came up behind Him in throng and touched His garment, For she kept saying, If I only touch His garments, I shall be restored to health. And immediately her flow of blood was dried up at source, and suddenly she felt in her body that she was healed of her distressing ailment (Mark 5: 25-29). We’ve all read this story before, and we’ve marveled at her tenacity, her faith and compassion of Jesus.

I want to focus on something very interesting that led up to her healing in this portion of scripture. I want to take a close look at what she said.

Twelve years is a long time to put up with anything undesirable, especially when you’ve poured everything you have into fixing problem. You know this woman wanted to throw in towel. In fact, she probably had given up years ago.

However, once she had Jesus in her sights, she didn’t worry about what her circumstances dictated. She could care less what others in crowd thought. Something was welling up within her. Somewhere, deep inside, a mustard-seed-sized faith was exploding, and where that type of faith leads, your words will follow.

There was no doubt in her mind…if she didn’t grab hold of his garment, she would suffer with this ailment until she died. But as she fought through crowds to touch Christ, she knew exactly how to align her mouth with her faith. She hadn’t even touched him yet, but she was already claiming her victory.