When they had crossed over, they landed at Gennesaret and anchored there. As soon as they got out of the boat, people recognized Jesus. They ran throughout that whole region and carried the sick on mats to wherever they heard he was. And wherever he went—into villages, towns or countryside—they placed the sick in the marketplaces. They begged him to let them touch even the edge of his cloak, and all who touched it were healed.
And we're right smack in the middle of Jesus' short-lived "famous" era. The public have always been a fickle bunch, haven't they? Sort of like New Kids on the Block (popular, super unpopular, now popular again), Jesus was unknown, then uber-famous, then intensely unpopular. The difference with him is that he didn't try to rebrand himself or make himself into something new. He just was. Or, correction, he just is. (I am the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, the God of Jacob... Ex. 3, Matt. 22). He did what he did - he healed. He did so then, just as he does so now. Those of us who have reached out and touched him have felt that incredible healing. Wouldn't it be awesome if people still begged for the healing touch of his hand? What an amazing world this would be! Most people are too much like me, though... we think that we can heal ourselves, fix ourselves. Just the simple understanding that they couldn't self heal changed the lives of the people of Gennesaret.
I LOVE this song by Third Day, and it perfectly represents this passage.
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