Cured At Last!

Cured At Last!

DELIVERED ON LORD'S DAY MORNING, APRIL 8, 1888,

BY C. H. SPURGEON,

AT THE METROPOLITAN TABERNACLE, NEWINGTON.

"And a woman having an issue of blood twelve years, which had spent all
her living upon physicians, neither could be healed of any, came behind
Him and touched the border of His garment: and immediately her issue of
blood stanched." Luke 8:43, 44.

THOUGH I take Luke's statement as a text, I shall constantly refer to
the version of the same story which we find in Mark 5:25 to 29. Here we
have one of the Lord's bid ones–a case not to be publicly described
because of its secret sorrow. We have here a woman of few words and
much shamefacedness. Her malady subjected her to grievous penalties
according to the ceremonial Law. There is a terrible chapter in the
Book of Leviticus concerning such a case as hers. She was
unclean–everything that she sat upon and all who touched it–shared in
the defilement. So that, in addition to her continual weakness, she was
made to feel herself an outcast, under the ban of the Law.

This created, no doubt, great loneliness of spirit, and made her wish
to hide herself out of sight. In the narrative before us she said not a
word until the Savior drew it out of her, for her own lasting good. She
acted very practically and promptly but she was a silent seeker–she
would have preferred to have remained in obscurity, if so it could have
been. Some here may belong to the great company of the timid and
trembling ones. If courage before others is needed to secure salvation,
matters will go hard with them. They shrink from notice and are ready
to die of shame because of their secret grief.

Cowper's hymn describes their inward feelings, when it says of the
woman–

"Concealed amid the gathering throng She would have shunned your view,
And if her faith was firm and strong, Had strong misgivings too."

Such plants grow in the shade and shrink from the light of the sun. The
nature of their sorrows forces them into solitary self-communion. Oh,
that the Lord may heal such at this hour!

The immediate cure of this woman is the more remarkable because it was
a wayside miracle. The Savior was on the road to restore the daughter
of Jairus. This woman's healing was an extra portion of Divine Grace, a
sort of over-splash of the great fountain of mercy. The cup of our
Lord's power was full, full to the brim–and He was bearing it to the
house of the ruler of the synagogue. This poor woman did but receive a
drop which He spilt on the way. We do well if, when going upon some
errand of love, we concentrate all our energy upon it and do it well in
the end–but the Savior could not only perform one great marvel but He
could work another as a sort of by-play incidentally–I almost said
"accidentally," on the road.

The episodes of the Lord Jesus are as beautiful as the main run of His
life's poem. Oh, that this day, while my sermon may seem meant for one
and distinctly directed to his salvation, it may also, by the power of
Jesus, save another not so clearly pointed at! While the Word is aimed
at one particular character, may the Lord cause the very wind of the
Gospel shot to overcome another–or, to change the figure for a better
one, while we spread the table for some bid guest, may another hungry
soul have Divine Grace given him to take his place at the banquet of
Grace! May those who hide away and whom, therefore, we are not likely
to discover, come forth to Jesus and touch Him and live!

Let us at once speak of this much-afflicted woman, for she is a typical
character. While we describe her conduct and her cure, I trust she may
serve as a mirror in which many tremblers may see themselves. We shall
carefully note what she had done and then what came of it. This will
lead us on to see what she did, at last, and what we, also, should do.
May the

Holy Spirit make this a very practical discourse by causing you to
follow her till you gain the blessing as she did! The preacher is very
weak. And may the Lord, for this very reason, work by him to your
salvation.

Consider, therefore, concerning this woman, WHAT SHE HAD DONE. She had
been literally dying for twelve years. What had she been doing? Had she
resigned herself to her fate, or treated her malady as a small matter?
Far from it. Her conduct is highly instructive.

First, she had resolved not to die if a cure could be had. She was
evidently a woman of great determination and hopefulness. She knew that
this disease of hers would cause her life to ebb away and bring her to
the grave. But she said within herself, "I will have a struggle for it.
If there is a possibility of removing this plague it shall be removed,
let it cost me what it may of pain or payment." Oh, what a blessing it
would be if unsaved ones here would say each one for himself, "I am a
lost soul. But if a lost soul can be saved, I will be saved. I am
guilty. But if guilt can be washed away, mine shall be washed away. I
have a hard heart and I know it. But if a heart of stone can be turned
into a heart of flesh, I long to have it so and I will never rest until
this gracious work is worked in me!"

Alas, it is not so with many! Indifference is the rule. Indifference
about their immortal souls! Many are sick with dire spiritual disease
but they make no resolve to have it cured. They trifle with sin and
death and Heaven and Hell. Insensibility has seized upon many and a
proud conceit–they are full of sin, and yet they talk of
self-righteousness, they are weak and can do nothing–yet they boast of
their ability. They are not conscious of their true condition and hence
they have no mind to seek a cure. How should they desire healing when
they do not believe that they are diseased? How sad that beneath the
ruddy cheek of morality there should lurk the fatal consumption of
enmity to God!

How horrible to be fair without and leprous within! Are there not many
who can talk freely about religion and seem as if they were right with
God and yet in the secret of their hearts they are the victims of an
insincerity and a want of the Truth of God which fatally undermines the
life of their profession? They are not what they seem to be–a secret
sin drains away the lifeblood of their religion. May the Holy Spirit
show every unregenerate person the fatal nature of his soul's disease.
For this, I trust, would lead to the making of a firm resolve to find
salvation, if salvation is to be had.

No doubt some are held back from such action by the freezing power of
despair. They have reached the conclusion that there is no hope for
them. The promises of the Gospel they regard as the voice of God to
others but as having no cheering word for them. One might suppose that
they had searched the Book of Life and had made sure that their names
were not written there. They act as if their death warrant had been
signed. They cannot believe in the possibility of their becoming
partakers of everlasting life. They are under a destroying delusion,
which leads them to abandon hope. None are more presumptuous than the
despairing. When men have no hope, they soon have no fear. Is not this
a dreadful thing? May the Lord save you from such a condition!

Despair of God's mercy is an unreasonable thing–if you think you have
grounds for it, the lying spirit must have suggested them to you. Holy
Scripture contains no justification for hopelessness. No mortal has a
just pretense to perish in despair. Neither the nature of God nor the
Gospel of God, nor the Christ of God, warrant despair. Multitudes of
texts encourage hope. But no one Scripture, rightly understood, permits
a doubt of the mercy of God. "All manner of sin and blasphemy shall be
forgiven unto men." Jesus, the great Healer, is never baffled by any
disease of human nature–he can cast out a legion of devils and raise
the dead. Oh that I could whisper hope into the dull ear of yonder
mourner! Oh that I could drop a rousing thought into the sullen heart
of the self-condemned–how glad should I be! My poor desponding Friend,
I would gladly see your chains snapped, your fetters broken off! Oh
that the Spirit of God would cause you, like this woman, to resolve
that if there is healing for your soul you will have it!

Alas, many have never come to this gracious resolution because they
cherish a vain hope and are misled by an idle dream. They fancy that
salvation will come to them without their seeking it. Certainly they
have no right to expect such a thing. It is true that our Lord is found
of them that sought Him not. But that is an act of His own sovereignty
and is not a rule for our procedure. The plain directions of the Gospel
are, "Seek the Lord while He may be found; call upon Him while He is
near." How dare they set these gracious words aside? They fancy that
they may wake up one of these fine days and find themselves saved.
Alas, it is more likely to happen to them as the rich man in the
parable, "In Hell he lifted up his eyes, being in torments."

God grant that none of you may trifle your souls into such misery! Some
fancy that in the hour of death they may cry, "God be merciful to me a
sinner," and so may leap into salvation. It seems to them a very slight
business to be recon-

ciled to God. They imagine that they can be converted just when they
will and so they put it off from day to day, as if it were of no more
consequence than going to shop to buy a coat or a gown. Believe me, the
Word of God does not set forth the matter in this way. It tells us that
even the righteous scarcely are saved and it rouses us to strive to
enter in at the strait gate. God save you from every false confidence
which would prevent your being in earnest about the healing of your
souls.

Spiritually, your case is as desperate as that of the poor woman now
before us. May the Lord sweetly constrain you to feel that you must be
healed and that you cannot afford to put off the blessed day! If
beneath the firmament of Heaven there is healing for a sin-sick soul,
seek it till you find it. When the Lord brings you to this resolve by
His good Spirit, you will not be far from the kingdom of Heaven.

Let us next note that this woman, having made her resolve, adopted the
likeliest means she could think of. Physicians are men set apart on
purpose to deal with human maladies, therefore she went to the
physicians. What better could she do? Though she failed, yet she did
what seemed most likely to succeed. Now, when a soul is resolved to
find salvation, it is most fit and proper that it should use every
likely means for the finding of salvation, Oh that they were wise
enough to hear the Gospel and to come at once to Jesus! But often they
make grave mistakes. This woman went to gentlemen who were supposed to
understand the science of medicine. Was it not natural that she should
look for help to their superior wisdom?

She cannot be blamed for looking to the men of light and leading. Many,
in these days, do the same thing. They hear of the new discoveries of
professedly cultured men and hear their talk about the littleness of
sin and the larger hope and the non-necessity of the new birth. Poor
deceived creatures! They find in the long run that nothing comes of it.
For the wisdom of man is nothing but pretentious folly. The world by
wisdom knows neither God nor His salvation. Many there are who know
less of the saving Truth of God because they know so much of what human
fancy has devised and human search discovered. We cannot blame the
woman that, being a simple soul and anxious for healing, she went to
those first who were thought to know most. Let us not, with Christ so
near, go roundabout as she did but let us touch our Lord at once.

No doubt the sufferer also tried men who had diplomas, or were
otherwise authorized to act as physicians. How can you blame her for
going to those who were in the succession and had the official stamp?
Many sin-sick souls nowadays are, at first, very hopeful that the
ordained clergy can benefit them by their duly performed services and
duly administered sacraments. At least, good men, eminent in the
Church, may be looked to for aid–surely these know how to deal with
souls! Alas, it is vain to look to men at all, and foolish to depend on
official dignity, or special repute. Some teachers do not know much
about their own souls and therefore know less about the souls of
others.

Vain is the help of man, be the man who he may. Whatever his
popularity, learning, or eloquence, if you seek him for his prayers, or
his teachings, as able to save you, you will certainly seek in vain. As
this poor woman did–she is not to be blamed but to be commended, that
she did what seemed best to her, according to her light. But you are
warned–go not, therefore, to men.

No doubt she met with some who boasted that they could heal her
complaint at once. They began by saying, "You have tried So-and-So but
he is a mere quack–mine is a scientific remedy. You have used a
medicine which I could have told you would be worthless. But I have the
secret. Put yourself absolutely into my hands and the thing is done. I
have healed many that have been given up by all the faculty. Follow my
orders and you will be restored." Sick persons are so eager to recover
that they readily take the bait which is offered them by brazen
impudence. An oily tongue and a bland manner, backed with unblushing
assurance, are sure to win their way with one who is anxious to gain
that which is offered.

Ah, me, "All is not gold that glitters." And all the professions which
are made of helping sin-sick souls are not true professions. Many
pretenders to new revelations are abroad but they are physicians of no
value. There is no balm in Gilead. There is no physician there–if
there had been, the hurt of the daughter of my people had long ago been
healed. There is no medicine beneath the sky that can stay the
palpitations of a heart which dreads the judgment to come. No earthly
surgery can take away the load of sin from the conscience. No hand of
priest or presbyter, Prophet or philosopher, can cleanse the leprosy of
guilt. The finger of God is wanted here. There is one Heal-all, one
Divine Catholicon and only one.

Happy is he that has received this infallible balm from Jehovah
Rophi–the "Lord that Heals." Yet we marvel not, that when souls are
pressed down with a sense of guilt, they try anything and everything
which offers even a faint hope of relief. I could wish that all my
hearers had an intense zeal to find salvation. For even if it led them
into passing mistakes, yet, under God's blessing, they would find their
way out of them and end by glorifying the Divine Grace of our Lord
Jesus Christ which never fails.

This woman, in the next place, having resolved not to die if a cure
could be had and having adopted the likeliest means, persevered in the
use of those means. No doubt she tried many and even opposite remedies.
One doctor said, "You had better go to the warm baths of the lake of
Tiberius–such bathing will be comforting and helpful." She grew worse
at the warm bath, and went to another physician who said, "You were
wrongly treated. You need bracing up in the cold baths of the Jordan."
Thus she went from vanity to vanity, to find both of them useless. An
eminent practitioner assured her that she needed an internal remedy and
he alone could give her an infallible receipt.

This, however, was of no use to her. And she went to another who said
that an external application should be tried, such as Isaiah's lump of
figs. What perseverance that woman must have had! I am not going to say
anything about our doctors nowadays, no doubt they are the most learned
and skillful that can be–but in earlier times surgery was murderous
and medicines were poisonous. Many of the prescriptions of those days
are sickening and yet ridiculous. I read yesterday a prescription, of
our Savior's time, warranted to cure many diseases which consisted of
grasshopper's eggs. These were supposed to exercise a marvelous
influence but they are no longer in the list of medicines.

The tooth of a fox was said to possess special powers. But I noticed
that one of the chief drugs of all, the most expensive but the surest
in its action, was a nail from the finger of a man who had been hanged.
It was important that he should have been hanged–another fingernail
might have had no efficacy. Poor creatures were made to suffer most
painfully by cruel medicines which were far worse than the disease. As
for surgical operations, if they had been designed to kill, they were
certainly admirably arranged for their purpose. The wonder is that for
twelve years poor human nature could stand out, not against the
disease, but against the doctors.

Brethren, the case is much the same spiritually. How many, under their
burden of sin, go first to one and then to an-other–practice this and
agonize after that and pine for the other–perseveringly and still
without avail! Travel as fast as you may in a wrong direction you will
not reach the place you seek. Vain are all things save Jesus our Lord.

Have you been to Doctor Ceremony? He is, at this time, the fashionable
doctor. Has he told you that you must attend to forms and rules? Has he
prescribed you so many prayers and so many services? Ah, many go to him
and they persevere in a round of religious observances but these yield
no lasting ease to the conscience. Have you tried Doctor Morality? He
has a large practice and is a fine old Jewish physician. "Be good in
outward character," says he, "and it will work inwardly and cleanse the
heart." A great many persons are supposed to have been cured by him and
by his assistant, Doctor Civility, who is nearly as clever as his
master. But I have it on good evidence that neither of them apart, nor
even the two together, could ever deal with an inward disease.

Do what you may, your own doings will not stanch the wounds of a
bleeding heart. Doctor Mortification has also a select practice. But
men are not saved by denying themselves until they first deny their
self-righteousness. Doctor Excitement has many patients but his cures
seldom outlive the sunset. Doctor Feeling is much sought after by
tender spirits. These try to feel sorrow and remorse. But, indeed, the
way of cure does not lie in that quarter. Let everything be done that
can be done apart from our blessed Lord Jesus Christ and the sick soul
will not be better. You may try human remedies for the space of a
lifetime but sin will remain in power, guilt will cling to the
conscience, and the heart will abide as hard as ever.

But this woman not only thus tried the most likely means and persevered
in the use of them but she also spent all her substance over it. That
was perhaps the chief thing in ancient surgery!–the golden ointment
which did good to the physician, whatever became of the patient. The
most important point was to pay the doctor. This woman's living was
wasting away as well as her life. She continued to pay and to pay and
to pay. But she received no benefit from it. You might say, rather,
that she suffered more than she would have done had she kept her gold.
Thus do men waste their thought, their care, their prayer, their agony
over that which is as nothing–they spend their money for that which is
not bread.

At last she came to her last shekel. In the end there was an end to her
means. But so long as the silver lasted, she lavished it out of the
bag. What would not a man give to be saved? I never wonder that dying
men give their estates to priests in the hope that they can save their
souls. If gold could purchase pardon, who would withhold it? Health of
body, if it could be purchased with gold, would be cheap at any price.
But health of soul, holiness of character, acceptance with God,
assurance of Heaven–

these would be cheap if we counted out worlds as poor men pay down
their pence for bread. There are men so mean that they would not part
with a pound for a place in Paradise. But if these once knew their true
condition they would alter their minds. The price of wisdom is above
rubies. If we had mines of gold, we might profitably barter them for
the salvation of our souls.

Beloved, you see where this woman was. She was in downright, desperate
earnest to have her mortal malady healed and so she spared neither her
labor nor her living. In this we may wisely imitate her.

II. We have seen what the woman had done. Now let us think of WHAT HAD
COME OF IT. We are told that she had suffered many things of many
physicians. That was her sole reward for trusting and spending–she had
not been relieved, much less healed. But she had suffered. She had
endured much additional suffering through seeking a cure. That is the
case with you who have not come to Christ but, being under a sense of
sin, have sought relief apart from Him. All that you do apart from
Jesus, in order to win salvation, will only cause you increased
suffering.

You have tried to save yourself by prayers. Your prayers have turned
your thoughts upon your sin and its punishment and thus you have become
more wretched than before. You have attended to ceremonies and if you
have used them sincerely, they have worked in you a solemn sense of the
holiness of God and of your own distance from Him. And this, though
very proper, has only increased your sorrow. You have been trying to
feel good and to do good, that so you may be good. But the very effort
has made you feel how far off you are from the goodness you so much
desire.

Your self-denial has excited cravings after evil and your
mortifications have given new life to your pride. Efforts after
salvation made in your own strength act like the struggles of a
drowning man, which sink the more surely. As the fruit of your
desperate efforts, you have suffered all the more. In the end I trust
this may work for your good, but up till now it has served no healing
purpose–you are now at death's door and all your praying, weeping,
Church-going, Chapel-going and sacrament-taking–do not help you one
bit. There has been this peculiarly poignant pang about it all, that
you are not better. Cheerily did you hope but cruelly are you
disappointed.

You cried, "I have it this time," but the bubble vanished as you
grasped it. The evil of your nature, when repressed in one place, broke
out in another. You dealt with the symptoms of your disease but you did
not cut off the root of the mischief–it only showed itself in another
form–it never went away. You gave up one sin only to fall into
another–you watched at the front entrance and the thief stole in at
the back door. Up till now, O Soul, you have not come to Jesus and
after all your goings elsewhere, you are not better!

And now, perhaps this morning you are saying, "What can I do? What
shall I do?" I will tell you. You can do nothing except what this woman
ultimately did, of which I will speak by-and-by. You are now brought to
this extremity–that you are without strength, without merit, without
power, and you must look out of yourself to another–one who has
strength and merit, and can save you. God grant that you may look to
that glorious One before this service is over!

We read of this woman, that though she suffered much, she was not
better but rather grew worse. No better after twelve years of medicine?
She went to the Egyptian doctor and he promised her health in three
months. She was worse. She tried the Syrian doctor–he was a man who
had great knowledge of the occult sciences and was not ashamed to
practice enchantments. She was bitterly disappointed to find herself
decidedly weaker. Then she heard of a Greek practitioner, who would
cure her, presto! in a instant. She paid her remaining money but she
still went backward. She bought disappointment very dearly.

Friend, is this your condition? You are anxious to be right, and
therefore you are earnest in every effort to save yourself. But still
you are not better. You climb a treadmill and are no higher after all
your climbing. You drift down the river with one tide and you float up
again when it turns. Night after night you pull up in the same old
creek that you started from. Oh, pitiful condition! Getting gray,
too–becoming quite the old gentleman. And yet no nearer eternal life
than when, as a lad, you used to attend the House of God and wish to
become a child of God.

Was she better? No. She grew worse? Fresh mischief had developed–other
diseases fed upon her weakness. She was more emaciated, more lifeless
than ever. Sad result of so much perseverance! And is not that the case
with some of you who are in earnest but are not enlightened? You are
working and growing poorer as you work. There is not about you so much
as there used to be of good feeling, or sincere desire, or
prayerfulness, or love for the Bible, or care to hear the Gospel. You
are becoming more careless, more dubious than you once were. You have
lost much of you former sensitiveness. You are doing certain things now
that would have startled you years ago and you are leaving certain
matters undone which once you would have thought essential. Evidently
you are caught in the current and are nearing the waterfall. The Lord
deliver you!

This is a sad, sad case! As a climax of it all, the heroine of our
story had now spent all that she had. She could not go now to the
Egyptian doctor, or to the Syrian doctor, or to the Hebrew doctor, or
to the Roman doctor, or to the Greek doctor. No. Now she must do
without their flattering unction in the future. As for those famous
medicines which raised her hopes, she

can buy no more of such costly inventions. This was, perhaps, her
bitterest grief–but let me whisper it in your ear–this was the best
thing that had yet happened to her. And I am praying that it may happen
to some of you. At the bottom of your purse I trust you will find
wisdom.

When we come to the end of self we come to the beginning of Christ!
That last shekel binds us to the pretenders but absolute bankruptcy
sets us free to go to Him who heals diseases without money and without
price. Glad enough am I when I meet with a man who is starved out of
self-sufficiency. Welcome, Brother! Now you are ready for Jesus. When
all your own virtue has gone out of you, then shall you seek and find
that virtue which goes out of HIM.

III. This brings to our notice, in the third place, WHAT THIS WOMAN DID
AT LAST. Weaker and weaker had she become and her purse had become
lighter and lighter. She hears of Jesus of Nazareth, a man sent of God
who is healing sick folk of all sorts. She hears attentively. She puts
the stories together that she hears. She believes them. They have the
likeness of the Truth of God about them. "Oh," says she, "there is yet
another opportunity for me. I will get in the crowd and if I can only
touch the bit of blue which he wears as the border of his garment, I
shall be made whole."

Splendid faith! It was thought much of in her own day and we may still
more highly prize it now that faith has grown so rare. Note well she
resolved to trust in Jesus in sheer despair of doing anything else. My
dear Friend, I do not know where you are sitting this morning in this
great congregation–I almost wish I did, that I might come up to you
and say to you personally, "Try Jesus Christ, trust Him and see whether
He will not save you. Every other door is evidently shut–why not enter
by Christ, the Door? There is no other life buoy. Lay hold on this! Say
with our poet–

"I can but perish if I go; I am resolved to try; For if I stay away, I
know I must forever die."

Exercise the courage which is born of desperation. May God the Holy
Spirit help you now to thrust forth your finger and get into touch with
Jesus! Say, "Yes, I freely accept Christ. By God's grace, I will have
Him to be my only hope. I will have Him now." Be driven to Jesus by
force of circumstances. Since there is no other port, O weather-beaten
boat, make for this One! Wanderer, here is a Refuge! Turn in here, for
there is no other shelter.

After all, this was the simplest and easiest thing that she could do.
Touch Jesus. Put out your finger and touch the hem of His garment. The
prescriptions she had purchased were long. But this was short enough.
The operations performed upon her had been intricate. But this was
simplicity itself. The suffering she had endured had complicated her
case. But this was as plain as a pikestaff. "Touch with your finger the
hem of His garment–that is all." O my Hearer, you have tried many
things, great things and hard things and painful things–why not try
this simple matter of faith? Believe in the Lord Jesus Christ and you
shall be saved. Trust Jesus to cleanse you and He will do it. Put
yourself into your Savior's hands once and for all, and He will save
you.

Not only was this the simplest and easiest thing for the poor afflicted
one, but certainly it was the freest and most gracious. There was not a
penny to pay. Nobody stood at the door of the consulting room to take
her guinea. And the good Physician did not even give a hint that He
expected a reward. The gifts of Jesus are free as the air. He healed
this believing woman in the open street, in the midst of the crowd. She
had felt that if she could but get into the throng, she would, by hook
or by crook, get near enough to reach the hem of His garment and then
she would be healed.

It is so this morning, dear Hearer. Come and receive Divine Grace
freely. Bring no good works, no good words, no good feelings, no good
resolves, as the price of pardon. Come with an empty hand and touch the
Lord by faith. The good things which you desire, Jesus will give you as
the result of His cure. But they cannot be the cause or the price of
it. Accept His mercy as the gift of His love! Come empty-handed and
receive! Come undeserving and be favored! Only come into contact with
Jesus, who is the Fountain of Life and you shall be saved.

This was the quietest thing for her to do. She said nothing. She did
not cry aloud like the blind men. She did not ask friends to look on
and see her make her venture. She kept her own counsel and pushed into
the press. In absolute silence she took a stolen touch of the Lord's
robe. O my Hearer, you can be saved in silence. You have no need to
speak to any person of your acquaintance, not even to mother or father.
At this moment, while in the pew, believe and live. Nobody will know
that you now are touching the Lord. In after days you will own your
faith but in the act itself you will be alone and unseen. Believe on
Jesus. Trust yourself with Him. Have done with all other confidences
and say, "He is all my salvation." Take Jesus at once, if not with a
hand's grasp, yet with a finger's touch. O you poor, timid, bashful
Creature, touch the Lord! Trust in His power to save. Do not let me
tell you to do it in vain but do it at once. May God's Spirit cause you
to accept Jesus now!

This is the only effectual thing. Touch Jesus and salvation is yours at
once. Simple as faith is, it is never-failing. A touch of the fringe of
the Savior's garment sufficed–in a moment she felt in her body that
she was healed of that plague. "It is twelve years ago," she said to
herself, "since I felt like a living woman. I have been sinking in a
constant death all this while, but now I feel my strength come back to
me." Blessed be the name of the great Healer! She was exceeding glad.
Tremble she did, lest it should turn out to be too good to be true. But
she was most surely healed. O my dear Hearer, do trust my Lord, for He
will surely do for you that which none other can achieve. Leave feeling
and working and try faith in Jesus. May the Holy Spirit lead you to do
so at once!

IV. And now, poor convicted Sinner! Here comes the driving home of the
nail. DO AS THIS WOMAN DID–ask nobody about it–but do it. She did not
go to Peter, James and John and say, "Good Sirs, advise me." She did
not beg from them an introduction to Jesus but she went of her own
accord and tried for herself the virtue of a touch. You have had
advising enough. Now come to real work. There is too much tendency to
console ourselves by conversations with godly men–let us get away from
them and speak to their Master. Talks in the enquiry room and chats
with Christian neighbors are all very well. But one touch of Jesus will
be infinitely better.

I do not blame you for seeking religious advice–this may be a half-way
house to call at but do not make it the terminus. Press on till, by
personal faith, you have laid hold on Jesus. Do not tell anybody what
you are about to do. Wait till it is done. Another day you will be
happy to tell the minister and God's people of what the Lord has done
for you. But for the present, quietly believe in the Lamb of God which
takes away the sin of the world. Do not even ask yourself about it. If
this poor woman had consulted with herself she might never have
ventured so near the Holy One of God. So clearly shut out from society
by the Law of her people and her God, if she had given the matter a
second thought, she might have abandoned the idea.

Blessed was the impetuosity which thrust her into the crowd and kept
her head above the throng and her face towards the Lord in the center
of the press. She did not so much reason as dare. Do not ask yourself
anything about it. But do it. Believe and have done with it. Stop not
to parley with your own unbelief, nor answer your rising doubts and
fears. But at once, this instant, put out your finger, touch the hem of
His garment and see what will come of it. God help you to do so while I
am speaking!

Yield to the sacred impulse which is just now operating upon you. Do
not say, "Tomorrow may be more convenient." In this woman's case there
was the Lord before her. She longed to be healed at once and so, come
what may, into the crowd she plunged. She was so enfeebled that one
wonders how she managed to get near Him. But possibly the crowd took
her off her feet and carried her onward, as often happens in a rush.
However, there was her chance and she seized it. There was the fringe
of the Lord's mantle–out went her finger–it was all done.

O my Friend, you have an opportunity now, by God's great grace, for you
are in His House of Prayer. Jesus of Nazareth passes by at this moment.
He who speaks to you is not trying to say pretty things but he is
pining to win your soul for Jesus. Oh, how I wish I could lead you to
that saving touch! The Spirit of God can do it. May He now move you to
cry–"I will believe in the appointed sacrifice and trust my soul with
Jesus"! Have you done so? You are saved. "He that believes in Him has
everlasting life."

"Oh but I tremble so!" So did she whom Jesus healed. Her hand shook but
she touched Him all the same for that. I think I see her quivering
finger. Poor emaciated woman, with pale and bloodless cheeks! What a
taper finger was that which she held out and how it quivered! However
much the finger of your faith may tremble, if it does but touch the hem
of the Lord's garment, virtue will flow from Him to you. The power is
not in the finger which touches but in the Divine Savior who is
touched. So long as there is a contact established between you and the
almighty power of Jesus, His power will travel along your trembling
finger and bring healing to your heart.

A telegraph wire may shake with the wind and yet convey the electric
current and so may a trembling faith convey salvation from Jesus. A
strong faith which rests anywhere but in Jesus, is a delusion. But a
weak faith which rests alone on Jesus, brings sure salvation. Out with
your finger, dear Soul, out with your finger! Do not go away till you
have touched the Lord by a believing prayer or hope. Holy Spirit, do
not suffer any to quit the Tabernacle until, by a believing desire, or
trust, or confidence of some sort, they have established a contact
between themselves and Jesus and have felt the virtue enter them for
their instant healing.

O Lord, save this people! Why do you come, Sunday after Sunday, in such
crowds? And why must I stand here and bleed my heart away in love to
your souls? Is the sole result to be that I help you to spend an
hour-and-a-half in a sort of religious amusement? What a waste it is of
my labor and of your time unless some gracious work is done! O Sirs, if
you are not brought

to Christ, my preaching will prove a curse to you! It appalls me to
think that the preaching of the Gospel will be a savor of death unto
you unless it brings you life. Put not the day of Divine Grace from
you.

By the living God, I do implore you, trust the living Redeemer. As I
shall meet you all, face to face, before the Judgment Seat of Christ, I
do implore and beseech you–put out the finger of faith and trust the
Lord Jesus, who is so fully worthy to be trusted. The simple trust of
your heart will stay the death which now works in you. Lord, give that
trust, for Jesus' sake! Amen.