When the woman with the hemorrhage dug her way through the crowd to reach Jesus, she had one goal in mind; to be cured from the illness that has denied her a normal life. Apparently, she had sought a cure that was available to her; she spent a fortune on countless visits to her primary care-giver and specialists; she underwent painful tests, yet a cure was far from near (Mark 5:26). Her insurance probably couldn’t cover all her medical expenses; if she was out of a job because of her illness, then she equally lost any form of insurance coverage. This woman was, as a matter of fact, in the throes of trauma and helplessness, as the illness dug a hole into her life. But she didn’t stop fighting the illness that was fighting her to death. She didn’t give in to hopelessness and despair.













The mother whose child was electrocuted at a birthday party refused to be consoled as she watched her little child go through so much pain fighting to stay alive. The parent who started a network of friends protesting to keep guns out of our streets knows the pain of losing a child to gun violence. They vow to continue their campaign until guns are taken out of the wrong hands. The young mother that prayed with us at the recent Solemn Novena won’t be able to keep up with her kids’ soccer games as she battles a discomforting and aggressive ovarian cancer. 
