In this Gospel, we encounter two stories of deep faith — a father pleading for his daughter, and a woman reaching out for healing. Both are drawn to Jesus in desperation, but their actions are rooted in unwavering belief: “Come, lay your hand on her, and she will live.” “If only I can touch his cloak, I shall be cured.” These are not passive hopes, but bold declarations of trust in the presence and power of Christ.

As we gather at the Eucharistic table, we are invited to come forward with that same courage. The official kneels before Jesus, and the woman reaches through the crowd —both take steps of faith. And Jesus responds not with hesitation, but with immediacy. He follows. He turns. He heals. He lifts up what others had already written off as lost or dead.

Every time we receive the Eucharist, we too stretch out our hands in faith, believing in what we cannot fully see. We bring with us our wounds, our losses, and even our ridicule from the crowd. Yet Jesus meets us with the same tenderness: “Courage, daughter.” “Take heart, son.” Your faith still has power. Your hope still has weight.

In this sacred meal, Christ lays his hand upon us. And even now, life is restored. Healing begins. What was once considered over, whether in spirit, body, or heart, can rise again. That is the mystery we proclaim when we say, “We proclaim your death, O Lord, and profess your resurrection, until you come again.”

Let Us Pray:

Let us approach the altar with the confidence of the woman and the official — trusting that the same Christ who touched them now touches us. And through this Eucharist, may we also rise and be healed and renewed.