And a certain woman, which had an issue of blood twelve years,There are no miracle cures awaiting us as we ponder how to improve our health care system. All we can do is try our best, and remain humble in our estimation of our abilities to commend wise reforms to something so complex, and something that has a direct impact on all of our lives.
And had suffered many things of many physicians, and had spent all that she had, and was nothing bettered, but rather grew worse,
When she had heard of Jesus, came in the press behind, and touched his garment.
For she said, If I may touch but his clothes, I shall be whole.
And straightway the fountain of her blood was dried up; and she felt in her body that she was healed of that plague.
And Jesus, immediately knowing in himself that virtue had gone out of him, turned him about in the press, and said, Who touched my clothes?
And his disciples said unto him, Thou seest the multitude thronging thee, and sayest thou, Who touched me?
And he looked round about to see her that had done this thing.
But the woman fearing and trembling, knowing what was done in her, came and fell down before him, and told him all the truth.
And he said unto her, Daughter, thy faith hath made thee whole; go in peace, and be whole of thy plague.
Many of you have commented on my infrequent blogging of late—I’m honored that my work, or lack thereof, has been noticeable. The short answer is that I’ve been very busy with other things this quarter: but my aim is to be writing again on a more regular schedule beginning in January, perhaps something like two-to-three times a week.
The pause has afforded me the opportunity to think about some of the big questions facing health care reformers over the next two years. I’ll write more about that in my next post.
For now, Merry Christmas!