A
Poem a Sunday
Proper 8B/Ordinary 13B/Pentecost 6
July 1, 2018
July 1, 2018
Image: Crossan, Linda. Untitled,
from Art in the Christian Tradition,
a project of the Vanderbilt Divinity Library, Nashville, TN.
St. Mark 5:21-43 - NRSV
A Girl Restored to
Life and a Woman Healed
21 When
Jesus had crossed again in the boat[a] to the other
side, a great crowd gathered around him; and he was by the
sea. 22 Then one of the leaders of the synagogue named Jairus came and,
when he saw him, fell at his feet 23 and begged him repeatedly, “My
little daughter is at the point of death. Come and lay your hands on her, so
that she may be made well, and live.” 24 So he went with him.
And
a large crowd followed him and pressed in on him. 25 Now there was a
woman who had been suffering from hemorrhages for twelve
years. 26 She had endured much under many physicians, and had spent
all that she had; and she was no better, but rather grew
worse. 27 She had heard about Jesus, and came up behind him in the
crowd and touched his cloak, 28 for she said, “If I but touch his
clothes, I will be made well.” 29 Immediately her hemorrhage stopped;
and she felt in her body that she was healed of her disease. 30 Immediately
aware that power had gone forth from him, Jesus turned about in the crowd and
said, “Who touched my clothes?” 31 And his disciples said to him,
“You see the crowd pressing in on you; how can you say, ‘Who touched
me?’” 32 He looked all around to see who had done
it. 33 But the woman, knowing what had happened to her, came in fear
and trembling, fell down before him, and told him the whole
truth. 34 He said to her, “Daughter, your faith has made you well; go
in peace, and be healed of your disease.”
35 While
he was still speaking, some people came from the leader’s house to say, “Your
daughter is dead. Why trouble the teacher any further?” 36 But
overhearing[b] what they
said, Jesus said to the leader of the synagogue, “Do not fear, only
believe.” 37 He allowed no one to follow him except Peter, James, and
John, the brother of James. 38 When they came to the house of the
leader of the synagogue, he saw a commotion, people weeping and wailing
loudly. 39 When he had entered, he said to them, “Why do you make a
commotion and weep? The child is not dead but sleeping.” 40 And they
laughed at him. Then he put them all outside, and took the child’s father and
mother and those who were with him, and went in where the child
was. 41 He took her by the hand and said to her, “Talitha cum,” which
means, “Little girl, get up!” 42 And immediately the girl got up and
began to walk about (she was twelve years of age). At this they were overcome
with amazement. 43 He strictly ordered them that no one should know
this, and told them to give her something to eat.
Footnotes:
A Poem a Sunday
Pentecost 6 - B
“Talitha Cum”
Pentecost 6 - B
“Talitha Cum”
Rise up, O Child,
from the caged
pens of Texas
and lead us
to works of
justice.
Rise up, O
Daughters,
from the systemic
enslavement
that now
subjects you.
Rise up, O Sons,
from casual
misogyny
and learn anew
how to be
an equal.
Rise up,
all on the margins,
and touch
God’s garments
for your healing.
Rise up, O Church,
and dawdle
no longer.
Shout from your
steeples:
“God’s justice,
now!”
Rise up, O People,
and turn
from tyrants.
Unmask this evil
and with zeal burn.
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@A Poem a Sunday
by
Kenneth Storck
May
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kennstorck@gmail.com
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