18 While saying these things to them behold one ruler coming prostrated himself (as before your deity) saying that, “My daughter is coming to the end of her life immediately; but coming You must lay your hand upon her, and she will live.”
19 And standing up Jesus and His disciples followed behind (became a disciple of) him.
20 And behold a woman bleeding for 12 years approaching from behind held onto the tassel of His robe;
21 for she said in herself, “If I only hold the tassel of His robe I will be saved.”
22 But Jesus turning and seeing her said, “Take heart, daughter; your faith [has] saved you.” And the woman was saved from that hour.
23 And Jesus coming to the house of the ruler and seeing the flute players and the crowd making a commotion
24 He said, “Leave, for the girl is not dead but sleeping.” And they mocked Him.
25 But when the crowd was thrown out (or exorcized) entering in He grabbed hold of her hand, and the girl arose.
26 And the report of this went out to the whole of that land.
Death. It is everywhere. It hounds us. Our lives are lived in its shadow. We spend our days cowering, running from it, hiding from it, denying its existence but never able to forget that it is there. For it constantly rears its ugly head when we least expect it. War, famine, plague, natural disaster, disease. It robs us of young and old alike. We who live in the midst of death have made an uneasy truce, a sort of alliance with it to keep it at bay. But from time to time it overwhelms us. Especially when too many whom we know and love are assaulted by cardiac arrest, Crohn's, cancer, alzheimers, dementia, or full on death. The hordes of death rob us of life, loved ones, and joy.