I also learn that sickness touches Him.  She had been an invalid for twelve years.  How many sleepless nights, what loss of appetite, what nervousness, what unrest, what pain of body, the world knew not.  But when she came up and put her finger on Christ’s garment, all her suffering thrilled through the heart of Christ instantaneously.

When we are cast down with Asiatic cholera or yellow fever, we cry to God for pity; but in the ailments of life that continue from day to day, month to month and year to year are you in the habit of going to Christ for sympathy?  Is it in some fell disaster alone that you call to God for mercy, or is it in the little aches and pains of your life that you implore Him?  Don’t try to carry these burdens alone.  These chronic diseases are the diseases that wear out and exhaust Christian grace, and you need to get a new supply.  Go to Him this night, if never before, with all your ailments of body, and say:  “Lord Jesus, look upon my aches and pains.  In this humble and importunate prayer I touch thee.”

I remark further that the Saviour is touched with all bereavements.  Perhaps there is not a single room in your house but reminds you of some one who has gone.  You cannot look at a picture without thinking she admired that.  You cannot see a toy but you think she played with it.  You cannot sit down and put your fingers on the piano without thinking she used to handle this instrument, and everything that is beautiful in your home is suggestive of positive sadness.

Graves! graves! graves!  It is the history of how many families to-night!  You measure your life from tear to tear, from groan to groan, from anguish to anguish, and sometimes you feel that God has forsaken you, and you say, “Is His mercy clean gone forever, and will He be favorable no more?”

Can it be, my afflicted friends, that you have been so foolish as to try to carry the burden alone, when there is an almighty arm willing to be thrust under you?  Can it be that you have traveled that desert not willing to drink of the fountains that God opened at your feet?  Oh, have you not realized the truth that Jesus is sympathetic with bereavement?  Did He not mourn at the grave of Lazarus, and will He not weep with all those who are mourning over the dead?

You may feel faint from your bereavements, and you may not know which way to turn, and all human solace may go for nothing; but if you would this night with your broken heart just go one step further forward, pressing through all the crowd of your perplexities, anxieties and sorrows, you might with one finger move His heart, and He would say, looking upon you with infinite comfort and compassion, “Who touched me?”