Wit's End

Mark 5

25 A woman in the crowd had suffered for twelve years with constant bleeding. 26 She had suffered a great deal from many doctors, and over the years she had spent everything she had to pay them, but she had gotten no better. In fact, she had gotten worse. 27 She had heard about Jesus, so she came up behind him through the crowd and touched his robe. 28 For she thought to herself, “If I can just touch his robe, I will be healed.” 29 Immediately the bleeding stopped, and she could feel in her body that she had been healed of her terrible condition.

Oh to have the faith of this woman! Having suffered for 12 years with constant bleeding (thereby making her ceremonially unclean, effectively cutting her off from the worship of God in the assembly); having suffered at the hands of doctors who took her money, but didn’t help her physically; she was at her wit’s end. Jesus was her last, best hope. Jesus is my last, best hope, too. My sin kept me from communing with God, and while lots of people tried to tell me this or that, it was only when I trusted God’s Word (Jesus) that my condition could be cured. It is a shame that we most often have to wait until we are at our wit’s end before we turn to Jesus.