Sunday crying part 1

Since going back to church I have discovered that every sermon makes me cry and touches my heart. Since leaving the institutional church 15 years ago I have only house churched and now have a completely different outlook after living life and living with the mental health problems of my husband and two oldest. I would like to start sharing my reasons and the verse or story in question every week. I do not expect anyone else to have the same reaction of course ;). Warning: big chunk of verse coming your way: And when Jesus had crossed again in the boat to the other side, a great crowd gathered about him, and he was beside the sea. Then came one of the rulers of the synagogue, Jairus by name, and seeing him, he fell at his feet and implored him earnestly, saying, “My little daughter is at the point of death. Come and lay your hands on her, so that she may be made well and live.” And he went with him. And a great crowd followed him and thronged about him. And there was a woman who had had a discharge of blood for twelve years, and who had suffered much under many physicians, and had spent all that she had, and was no better but rather grew worse. She had heard the reports about Jesus and came up behind him in the crowd and touched his garment. For she said, “If I touch even his garments, I will be made well.” And immediately the flow of blood dried up, and she felt in her body that she was healed of her disease. And Jesus, perceiving in himself that power had gone out from him, immediately turned about in the crowd and said, “Who touched my garments?” And his disciples said to him, “You see the crowd pressing around you, and yet you say, ‘Who touched me?’ ” And he looked around to see who had done it. But the woman, knowing what had happened to her, came in fear and trembling and fell down before him and told him the whole truth. And he said to her, “Daughter, your faith has made you well; go in peace, and be healed of your disease.” While he was still speaking, there came from the ruler’s house some who said, “Your daughter is dead. Why trouble the Teacher any further?” But overhearing what they said, Jesus said to the ruler of the synagogue, “Do not fear, only believe.” And he allowed no one to follow him except Peter and James and John the brother of James. They came to the house of the ruler of the synagogue, and Jesus saw a commotion, people weeping and wailing loudly. And when he had entered, he said to them, “Why are you making a commotion and weeping? The child is not dead but sleeping.” And they laughed at him. But he put them all outside and took the child’s father and mother and those who were with him and went in where the child was. Taking her by the hand he said to her, “Talitha cumi,” which means, “Little girl, I say to you, arise.” And immediately the girl got up and began walking (for she was twelve years of age), and they were immediately overcome with amazement. And he strictly charged them that no one should know this, and told them to give her something to eat. (Mark 5:21-43 ESV)

So, if grew up in the church you most likely know this story. The reason it made me cry today is complicated. Yesterday I went to my cousin's 16th birthday family get together. They started talking about what is going on with Isis. I am by nature a mama bear to all. My heart can't handle the news and the powerlessness I feel when I hear terrible things happening to children. It's past and over isn't a thing for me. I cry about things that happened literally thousands of years ago. I don't believe there is redemption for people who hurt children. I am not talking about hurt feelings or spankings. I am talking about molestation and killing. I don't know why we don't rise up against people like Isis and just wipe them out. They don't deserve to live if they are killing children. Anyway, one of the teens mentioned a picture she saw on the news of a man holding his dead 2 year old who had been beheaded. I said out loud "nope" and left the room. Can't handle it. I said my goodbyes to my family, got in the car and broke down crying. So this was still in my heart when this verse was read on Sunday. I don't like to focus on end time focus as I believe that can change your focus on today and now. But I do believe the birthing pains are about two minutes apart now.