Who Touched Me?

As Jesus was on his way, the crowds almost crushed him. And a woman was there who had been subject to bleeding for twelve years, but no one could heal her. She came up behind him and touched the edge of his cloak, and immediately her bleeding stopped. “Who touched me?” Jesus asked. When they all denied it, Peter said, “Master, the people are crowding and pressing against you.”
     - Luke 8:42-45

Imagine being Peter. There are things to do and people to see. In fact, they are on their way to go to a very important official's home when this story unfolds. So it's kind of annoying that Jesus stops the whole show and asks a dumb question. "Who touched me?" I mean, really, Jesus? Can't you see the mosh-pit you're in?

As Katy and Cindy pointed out yesterday, Peter is practical, focused on getting things done, and feels overwhelmed by the crowd. Jesus, somehow, manages to pay attention to the one. To the one little touch on the back of his cloak. To the one broken woman in need of healing. 

As your week begins, are you willing to let go of that need to push forward like Peter, steamrolling people if necessary, to get things done? Pray for the opportunity this week (and this day, this hour!) to pay attention to the one person in front of you, to really see them, to really care for them.