Women of a New Season: The power of touch

Matthew 17:7:  But Jesus came and touched them, saying, “Rise, and have no fear.”  ESV

When the King of kings and Lord of lords touches you, your whole life changes.  It opens your eyes and ears to the power of His might.

I remember a sermon my husband preached, titled, The Power of Touch.  I don’t remember the Scripture reference he used, but I remember the power, might and comfort of that message.  He preached it from his most inner-being, because he had found comfort in touch. By the way, touch, was his main love language.  If you haven’t read the book; The Five Love Languages by Gary Chapman, I urge you to get it.  No matter how long you’ve been married it will turn on a light to your understanding your mate.

My husband’s message, and my column today however, are not about the love languages, which we all have.  But about touch in a crisis, or a hard time in your life. He spoke of a tragic event that happened to him in 2005. He was running a train in Louisiana, going 60 mph, when a two-year old little girl came running out of nowhere and his train hit and killed her. I won’t go into all the details, but my husband and the young man with him were totally without fault.  But even so they were crushed with the weight of that little one’s death. He called me, but wouldn’t let me come to the scene, he said he needed me at home.  When he arrived home, he fell into my arms and stayed there for hours.

The first human comfort of touch he received was from his boss, who upon arriving at the scene embraced my husband and held him for several long minutes. My husband struggled with this event, and yes, we were ministers and long-time Christians.  But as Christians we are not exempt from hurt.  About a year and a half later, in church, a couple who had never been there before came to visit.  Their little girl was in her daddy’s arms and kept staring at my husband.  She looked like the little one that had died that tragic day.  My husband took me with him to greet the parents, and offering no explanation asked if he could hold their baby.  She stretched her arms out to him and as he held her, she stroked his face and just stared at him in a sweet way.  That day I saw my husband healed from the tragedy, by the power of the touch of a child.

A few years later we were living in West Virginia and driving home after church. I saw a white horse standing at a gate near the road, all alone.  I knew he was very old.  I asked my husband if he’d seen him.  He answered that he had, and he too realized the old fellow probably had little time left. I went on to tell him how horses are social animals and love having field mates.  He pulled over and turned the car around, telling me he knew what I wanted to do.  We went back to the gate. I got out in my church clothes and heels and walked to the gate. The horse came close to me putting his head over the top rail.  I hugged him and stroked his face.  He loved it.  We stopped to see him every Sunday for several weeks, and then one day he was no longer there.  We kept checking but we figured he had died.  No one, man nor beast should go untouched when they are hurting, or when they are celebrating.

Be sure to give a hug to someone who is hurting or a pat on the back to someone who is celebrating an achievement.  

Psalm 139: 10:  …Your hand will lead me, and your right hand will lay hold of me.  

Our Heavenly Father is there to touch us.  To hold us and comfort us. And we many times are called upon to be His Hand extended.  Touch someone this week.  Until next time!


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