Sometimes when I read scripture, I visualize the imagery or events. I feel the texture of Jesus’ garment when the hemorrhaging woman touches its hem. I hear giggles from Jairus’ daughter as Jesus raises her from the dead. I catch a whiff of fragrance as Mary of Bethany pours costly ointment over Jesus’ head in the days before his crucifixion. I often wonder what happens next—to the woman who can become ritually clean for the first time in twelve years, to the preteen who has a new future, or to Mary for having lavished Jesus with the outrageously expensive gift from her alabaster box.