Mat 8:3 And Jesus put forth his hand, and touched him,
I have realized just how much I miss this thing called touch. To take someone’s hand. To put an arm around someone’s shoulder. To hug a friend, a grandson, a baby. Touch. You know, I would not survive in a world without touch. My life was birthed by a touch, Jesus touched me. He touched my heart. He touched my soul. He touched every part of who I was and He transformed me. Just one touch from the Masters hand. The end result of the above Scripture was that the man, the man who had leprosy, was healed. There is healing in the touch of God. There is healing in the laying on of hands. There is something about touch. To reach out and touch someone right where they are. To reach them through the darkness of loneliness. To connect with them through the fog of alienation. To break through the invisible barrier of space and distance and connect with another soul. If distance is the price for saving my life going forward then I am not going to make it. I dont want to make it under those conditions. I want to touch just as I have been touched. And if there is a willing and needful recipient, whether he has leprosy or some virus then I want to touch that one. I want to, in a very limited way, convey the touch of God that changed me. In the end, I will not be told, not to touch or to keep my distance social or otherwise. I will follow the God who touched me and the God who heals. Saints, let us follow His lead and reach out and touch someone.
A Call To The Remnant 