We had an assignment in a Bible study. We were to read the scripture Mark 5:35-45 then pretend we were John, the beloved disciple, and write a journal entry for the day’s events.
Mark 5:35-45 NIV
While Jesus was still speaking, some men came from the house of Jairus, the synagogue ruler. “Your daughter is dead,” they said. “Why bother the teacher any more?” Ignoring what they said, Jesus told the synagogue ruler, “Don’t be afraid; just believe.”
He did not let anyone follow him except Peter, James and John the brother of James. When they came to the home of the synagogue ruler, Jesus saw a commotion, with people crying and wailing loudly. He went in and said to them, “Why all this commotion and wailing? The child is not dead but asleep.” But they laughed at him.
After he put them all out, he took the child’s father and mother and the disciples who were with him, and went in where the child was. He took her by the hand and said to her, “Talitha koum!” (which means, “Little girl, I say to you, get up!”). Immediately the girl stood up and walked around (she was twelve years old). At this they were completely astonished. He gave strict orders not to let anyone know about this, and told them to give her something to eat.
My journal entry as John:
I have seen many miracles since I began to follow Jesus but I was not prepared for what happened today. The crowds were pressing into us but Jesus continued to heal the sick. He never looked exhausted but He must’ve felt it.
But when the news came to Jairus that his daughter had already died, my heart dropped. You could see the sorrow and disappointment on the ruler’s face. He had believed Jesus could save her, but now it was too late.
I was surprised but thankful Jesus called Peter, James and myself to go with Him to Jairus’ house. Frankly, that crowd had worn me out. Jesus walked with His arm around the heartbroken man. He repeated what He had said earlier in front of the crowd, “Do not be afraid, just believe.”
I was behind them and wanted to ask “believe what” but I kept silent.
When we got to house there was already a crowd of mourners. Jesus surprised us when He told them that the child was only sleeping and I cringed when their tears turned into laughter. It didn’t seem to bother Jesus one bit. He went inside and took the mother’s shaking hand, gently wiping the tears from her cheeks before motioning for us to follow Him into the room and close the door.
He went to the child and knelt before her. He took her cold, lifeless hand and spoke with an authority that made me fall to my knees. He said, “Little girl, I say to you, get up!”
I was astonished beyond words as the twelve-year-old girl immediately stood, embracing Jesus first, then her parents. We were all caught up in the excitement and forgot that the little girl had been sick for weeks and was sure to be hungry. Jesus laughed and danced with Jairus and his daughter as her mother prepared a banquet in celebration. Jesus told them not to tell anyone but the news spread anyway.
Later that night I overheard Peter talking to James at the fire. Peter said Jesus had to distinguish her by holding her hand and calling her “little girl” or all the dead would’ve rose at His command.
If I ever had an inkling of doubt, I don’t anymore. Jesus truly is the Messiah.