| HOW A NOBODY BECAME A SOMEBODY
			
												It is one of the shortest, simplest stories ever heard, and yet 
			one of the sweetest and most wonderful, as told by Luke. 
 Jesus had been across the little sea and had cast a legion of devils 
			out of a poor fellow. The devils, by His permission, went into a big 
			herd of swine, and the swine rushed off down a precipice and drowned 
			themselves in the sea. They preferred death to devils. Wise pigs!
 
 The men who fed the pigs fled to the city and told what had been 
			done. Then the people came out to Jesus, and found the man out of 
			whom the devils had been cast, 'sitting at the feet of Jesus, 
			clothed, and in his right mind'; but, and this seems passing 
			strange, 'they were afraid.' Then the people poured in from all the 
			country round about, and 'besought Him to depart from them; for they 
			were taken with great fear.'
 
 Jesus did not insist on His right to stay among them, but gently and 
			quietly withdrew, leaving the new convert to evangelize all that 
			country.
 
 When Jesus returned to His own side of the sea, He found the people 
			all waiting for Him, and they 'gladly received Him.'
 
 In the crowd was the ruler of the synagogue, Jairus, who 'fell down 
			at Jesus' feet, and besought Him that He would come into his house: 
			for he had one only daughter, about twelve years of age, and she lay 
			dying.' Jesus went, but 'as He went the people thronged Him.' It was 
			a crowd bursting with curiosity, wondering what He would do next, 
			and determined not to miss the sight. Jairus was an important 
			person, and that added to the interest.
 
 But in the town was a poor, pale-faced, hollow-cheeked, ill-clad 
			woman, who had been sick with an issue of blood for twelve years. 
			The people, no doubt, had grown very tired of seeing her shambling 
			along week after week to see the doctors, upon whom she had spent 
			all her living in a vain twelve years' search and struggle for 
			health. She was just a 'nobody ' -- everybody was tired of the sight 
			of her, and here into the throng she came with her bloodless face 
			and tired eyes and shuffling feet and threadbare, faded clothes. The 
			crowd jostled her, crushed her, trampled upon her slow, heavy feet, 
			blocked her way; but she had a purpose. She was inspired by a new 
			hope. If she could only reach Jesus, and touch but the hem of His 
			garment, she was sure her long struggle for health would be ended. 
			And so, dodging, ducking under arms, edging her way through the jam 
			of the great, moving crowd, she at last got close to Him, and. 
			stretching forth a wasted, bony hand, she touched his 
			travel-stained, rough, workman's robe, and -- Oh, something 
			happened! Instantly a thrill of health shot through her, and she was 
			well!
 
 And something had happened to Jesus! The crowd had been pressing 
			upon and jostling Him, but that touch of His garment had thrilled 
			through His rough robe, and He said, 'Who touched Me? ' They all 
			denied, and then Peter spoke up: 'Master, the multitude throng Thee 
			and press Thee, and sayest Thou, Who touched Me? The multitude had 
			touched Him, but one timid touch was different from all the rest. 
			Jesus said: 'Somebody hath touched Me; for I perceive that virtue is 
			gone out of Me.'
 
 Ah! The nobody had suddenly become 'somebody.' And somebody she was 
			in very truth from that day forth. 'And when the woman saw that she 
			was not hid, she came trembling, and falling down before Him she 
			declared unto Him before all the people for what cause she had 
			touched Him, and how she was healed immediately.'
 
 All eyes were turned upon her now. Jairus, the important ruler, was 
			just one of the crowd. Other people were all 'nobodies.' No one in 
			all that throng had eyes for anybody else than just that shrinking, 
			trembling woman, and Jesus.
 
 And then the sweetest words she ever heard dropped from His dear 
			lips: 'Daughter, be of good comfort: thy faith hath made thee whole: 
			go in peace.' And in peace she went.
 
 I venture to think that from that hour she was by far the most 
			interesting woman in all that town. The people would talk about her 
			they would seek her out, and when she walked the street the children 
			would stop their playing, the women their knitting and gossip, and 
			the men their traffic, to look at her and watch her as far as their 
			eyes could follow her.
 
 Oh, she was now 'somebody ' eclipsing everybody else in that old 
			town. No, not everybody! There was a twelve-year-old girl who was 
			most interesting and much talked about, too -- Jairus' daughter. 
			Jesus was on the way to heal her when this woman stopped the 
			procession, and during the delay the little girl died.
 
 Some one came and told Jairus, saying: 'Thy daughter is dead; 
			trouble not the Master.' But when Jesus heard it, He answered: 'Fear 
			not: believe only, and she shall be made whole.' And He went and 
			raised her from the dead.
 
 Now I am sure that while that woman was the most talked about and 
			most interesting woman in the town, that girl was the most 
			interesting child. Those were the two 'somebodies ' of that whole 
			country round about, and the secret was that they had come into 
			touch with Jesus. Real faith in Jesus, vital union with Him, will 
			always make an interesting somebody out of a dull nobody.
 
 The child couldn't go to Jesus; she was dead; so He went to her. But 
			the woman had to go to Jesus, and this was not easy. The crowd was 
			in the way, and possibly some of them purposely blocked her way. 
			Others may have sneered at her; and asked her what was her haste, 
			and what she meant by edging in front of folks who had as much right 
			on the street as she. But she shut her ears, or heard as one who was 
			deaf; she kept her own secrets and pressed on as best she could till 
			she touched Him,and that touch gave her all her heart's desire and 
			rewarded all her effort.
 
 So, to-day, people who go to Jesus do not always find it easy. Other 
			people get in the way. Sometimes they stoutly oppose; sometimes they 
			sneer and ridicule. Cares and fears and doubts throng and press 
			around the seeker; darkness of mind and soul obscures the way. But 
			there is nothing else to do except to press on, right on and on; and 
			the one who presses on and on will find Him, reach Him, touch Him, 
			and will get all his heart's desire and be rewarded above all he 
			asks or thinks.
 
 It is true! I know it is, for I myself so sought and found Him, and 
			was satisfied, and He satisfies me still. He is a wonderful Saviour! 
			Hallelujah for ever and ever! Amen
 
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