Then the LORD told Moses to make a metal snake and put it on a pole, so that anyone who was bitten could look at it and be healed.

So Moses made a bronze snake and put it on a pole. Anyone who had been bitten would look at the bronze snake and be healed.

One time during a funeral, one of those bands was seen, and the people threw the corpse into Elisha's tomb and ran off. As soon as the body came into contact with Elisha's bones, the man came back to life and stood up.

A woman who had suffered from severe bleeding for twelve years came up behind Jesus and touched the edge of his cloak.

She said to herself, "If only I touch his cloak, I will get well."

They begged him to let the sick at least touch the edge of his cloak; and all who touched it were made well.

He had healed many people, and all the sick kept pushing their way to him in order to touch him.

And everywhere Jesus went, to villages, towns, or farms, people would take their sick to the marketplaces and beg him to let the sick at least touch the edge of his cloak. And all who touched it were made well.

They came to Bethsaida, where some people brought a blind man to Jesus and begged him to touch him.

As Moses lifted up the bronze snake on a pole in the desert, in the same way the Son of Man must be lifted up,

so that everyone who believes in him may have eternal life.

As a result of what the apostles were doing, sick people were carried out into the streets and placed on beds and mats so that at least Peter's shadow might fall on some of them as he passed by.

And crowds of people came in from the towns around Jerusalem, bringing those who were sick or who had evil spirits in them; and they were all healed.

Even handkerchiefs and aprons he had used were taken to the sick, and their diseases were driven away, and the evil spirits would go out of them.

Jesus asked, "Who touched me?" Everyone denied it, and Peter said, "Master, the people are all around you and crowding in on you."

But Jesus said, "Someone touched me, for I knew it when power went out of me."

At once Jesus knew that power had gone out of him, so he turned around in the crowd and asked, "Who touched my clothes?"

But you are the chosen race, the King's priests, the holy nation, God's own people, chosen to proclaim the wonderful acts of God, who called you out of darkness into his own marvelous light.