Part 2

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      As they arrived at Jairus’ home, they saw a large group of both men and women weeping loudly.  Jesus followed Jairus into the house said to them “Why all this commotion and wailing?  The child is not dead, but asleep.”

       The hired mourners laughed derisively.  Jairus was angry with them, but he understood their thought.  But Jesus took him, Jairus’ wife, and the followers with Him and went to where Rachel lay, cold and still.

       Jesus knelt by her side and took her hand.   The same look of sorrow and love that had been in His eyes before now showed again.  He bowed his head, and then looked into Rachel’s face.  “Little girl, I say to you, get up!” 

       Rachel immediately opened her eyes and stood up.  She hesitantly walked around the room, and then her slow steps turned to racing.  She ran and skipped about the room, laughing joyously. 

       Jesus turned to Jairus and told him not to say anything about this, and to give her some food.   Then he left with his disciples. 

      When he left the room, Rachel gently tip-toed after him and watched him leave from the doorway.  Tears of gratitude welled up in her eyes as she thought of what this Man had done.  She thought of what she had been just five minutes ago – dead.  She peered intently at this Jesus of Nazareth walking out of her gate.  Sighing, she walked back to her parents.

      The memory of His kind dark eyes would stay with her forever, she was sure.  She would never forget what He had done for her.  She looked back, the tears now running down her face in torrents.  Surely this is the Son of God, she thought. 

       She skipped the rest of the way to her parents and flung her arms about them.  When the three pulled apart, Rachel smiled and folded her slim hands behind her back.  “In all my twelve years, I’ve never seen a Man like Jesus of Nazareth.  He is special, Mother and Father.  Very special.”  

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