While Christ is on his way to the ruler's house, a diseased woman comes behind him, touched his garment, and is instantly healed; the virtue lay not in her finger, but in her faith; or rather in Christ, which her faith instrumentally drew forth.
Observe here, how faith oft-times meets with a sweeter welcome than it could expect. this poor woman came to Christ trembling, but went away triumphing; Christ bids her be good comfort, thy faith hath made thee whole.