Jesus's Diary

The Dead Girl and the Sick Woman

I was teaching before a synagogue leader fell at my feet. He pleaded to come to his house because his only daughter was dying. I gave him a sympathetic look. Although as I was trying to, the crowds of people were pushing and pulling me. It felt like I was going to be crushed. Immediately, I paused. "Who touched me?" I asked, looking around.
"Master," Peter said, attempting to keep the crowd back from me. He was also gesturing to the crowds of people as he spoke, "There's a bunch of people here. All of them are touching you. So what are you talking about?"
I shook my head. "Someone touched me. I felt some power leave me." I continued to look around before a woman fell at my feet. I looked at her as she was trembling. I knelt down next to her, placing my hand on her shoulder. "Daughter, your faith has healed you. Go in peace."

I turned to see that someone had told the synagogue leader that it was useless to bother me since his daughter was head. I shook my head. "Jairus, Don't be afraid. Just believe, and she will be healed."
Jairus led me to his house. I prohibited anyone from entering except the father and the mother, Peter, John, and James. They were all mourning for her. "Stop wailing," I told them, "She's not dead. She's just sleeping."
They let out a humorless laugh. They knew she was dead. I shook my head at their disbelief. I walked up to their daughter and took her hand. "My child, get up!" I told her. Immediately, her spirit returned, and at once she stood up. "Give her something to eat, and do not tell anyone what has happened."
They nodded and obeyed.