"There's someone in particular who touched me. I felt power going out of me."
With that, a poor woman came out of the crowd and fell down in front of Jesus. She was trembling with fear. She told him her whole story. For twelve years she had been sick. She had spent all her money on doctors, and she never got any better. She thought that if only she could touch his clothes, without anyone seeing her, she would be made well.
Jesus looked at her kindly, and said:
"Your faith has made you well. Go in peace."
Meanwhile Jairus was waiting impatiently for Jesus to come along. Soon it might be too late!
At that very moment a message came from Jairus' house. The worst had happened. The little girl had died, and there was no use troubling Jesus. Already it was too late.
But before Jairus could speak, Jesus took him by the arm and said:
"Don't be afraid. Just keep on believing."
He sent the crowd away, and told the disciples that none of them could come with him except Simon and James and John.
Jairus led the way to his house. When they got there they found that the bad news was true. The little girl had really died. Already the flute players, who played at funerals in Palestine, had arrived. Everyone was mourning and weeping.