I've been reading through Mark and came to the account of the Syrian Greek woman who brought her demon-possessed daughter to Jesus to heal. And after some exchange, he heals her. Just like he heals every other person who comes to him for physical help.

It alternately excites and depresses me that those people got the help they desperately wanted for their loved ones. Because it doesn't seem that Jesus heals so completely and expectedly today.

I would so love to be able to take my boy to Jesus and touch the hem of his coat.