Remember the story of the woman with the flow of blood? When she touched the hem of Jesus' garment, she was healed. When Jesus asked, "Who touched me?" she came forward with fear and trembling and "told him the whole truth."
I always thought that meant she owned up to having been the one who touched Him, the one to whom His power went out. Or maybe "the whole truth" even included her history, and what kind of medical problem she had, and how long she'd been suffering with it.
But that's not really the whole truth, is it?
The whole truth is all that and more: That she's a sinner. That she was unclean. That she made Him unclean by touching Him. That she trusted in Him to be merciful. That she knew He could heal and that He was a compassionate lord who desires to heal. That He came for her. That's the whole truth.
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