While Jesus was teaching them, the governor came and knelt before him. He said, “My daughter died. But if you touch her, she will live again.” So Jesus and his followers started off to go with the governor.
But as they went, a woman who had been suffering from 12 years of constant vaginal bleeding came up behind him and caught by the sleeve. She thought, “If I can only grasp him for a moment, I’ll be healed.”
Jesus turned around. And when he saw her he said to her, “Take heart, daughter of God! Your faith has healed you.” And she was healed. Permanently.
When Jesus entered the governor’s mansion, there were all kinds of people from the funeral home, and a crowd of reporters. He told them all, “Get out. She’s not dead. Just sleeping.” And they laughed at him. But after they’d all gone away, Jesus went in and touched her hand, and the little girl woke up. That night it was on the news at six and eleven.
Notice that there are two stories here. One of them is nested completely within the other. On the outside is the governor and the miraculous healing/raising/awakening of his daughter. But on the inside is the story of a woman whose suffering had gone unnoticed and untreated for 12 years. The one everyone is concerned about cannot be healed until the other nobody cares about is healed. The one cannot who is recognized as a beloved daughter cannot live until the other is also recognized as a beloved daughter.
The upshot: those who have it all can’t really live, nor can they be in close relationship, unless those who have been forgotten are also embraced as family and made whole.
Put that on the news at six and eleven.