A ruler of the synagogue, Jairus by name implored Jesus saying, “My little daughter is at the point of death. Come and lay your hands on her, so that she may be made well and live.” And Jesus went with him.

And a great crowd followed Jesus and thronged about him. And there was a woman who had a discharge of blood for twelve years, and who had suffered much under many physicians, and had spent all that she had, and was no better but rather grew worse. She had heard the reports about Jesus and came up behind him in the crowd and touched his garment. For she said, “If I touch even his garments, I will be made well.” [She did not want any attention. She was trying to remain anonymous. She wasn’t looking for any kind of public declaration of affection]. And immediately the flow of blood dried up, and she felt in her body that she was healed of her disease. And Jesus stopped. The emergency response travel to Jairus’s house was abruptly halted. The venerated synagogue official would have to wait. The deadly ailment of the nobleman’s daughter – which might reasonably cause Jesus to pick up the pace – would have to remain a while longer. And Jesus asked, ‘Who touched me?’” And he looked around to see who had done it. But the woman, knowing what had happened to her, came in fear and trembling and fell down before him and told him the whole truth. And he said to her, “It is not good enough for you to merely touch me and take your healing; but I insist on a robust relationship with you. I insist on publicly declaring my affection for you! You are my daughter! You are my treasured possession! I don’t care if you are uncomfortable with all this attention. I know that you were trying NOT to call attention to yourself, and you were trying to stay anonymous. I insist on stopping everything (even amidst a crisis situation involving the daughter of an aristocrat), and giving my full, affectionate, attention to you.”