Reflection: A Dogged Woman of Faith
What defines you? Your looks? Your job? Your accent? Your education? Your ancestry? Your health? Your religion? Your income? Your children? …Seriously! What defines you could be a matter of life or death.
Jesus is navigating his life (and death) mission: he’s feeding, he’s healing, he’s teaching, he’s calling. With a weary foot in the filth of rebellious humanity and one in the hope of renewed humanity, he’s people-watching. And be sure, he can define a person. He perceives and frees those who have spiritual hunger, eyes to see and ears to hear; those who have faith to believe. His mission is to rescue ‘the little people’.
Here, in a remarkably unreligious part of the country, comes a remarkably undeserving home intruder: a woman, desperate, nameless, a Canaanite, and shamed mother of a demonized daughter. Help, Lord!
Surely Jesus perceives this is a ‘little person’. He hesitates (records Matthew). Unresponsive. Waiting to detect something in her? Or for the onlookers to detect something in her? A pregnant pause into which you stick your foot. …And they did.
Send that dogged woman away! say the disciples, having no patience (nor supernatural perception).
How about Jesus? Cryptically (for those who have ears to hear) he does, then, speak, and with words the onlookers would have high-fived: I’m not here for you, woman. My mission is to the lost sheep of Israel, God’s chosen children. Should I feed dogs and let the children go hungry?
To our surprise, no offense is taken. Because what defines a ‘little person’, this prostrate-pagan-turned-towering-woman-of-faith will tell: Satisfy the hungry, Lord. And let that be me too. I’m desperate as a dog. Any crumbs of mercy will do.
With a weary foot in the filth of humanity and one in the hope of humanity, Jesus perceives and frees a hungry woman and her child. A desperate someone who had great faith to believe.
Prayer:
What love could remember, no wrongs we have done
Omniscient all-knowing, [you] count not their sum
…[You] welcome the weakest, the vilest, the poor
Our sins they are many, [your] is more
…What riches of kindness, [you] lavished on us
[Your] blood was the payment, [your] life was the cost
We stood ‘neath a debt, we could never afford
Our sins they are many, [your] mercy is more… (song by Matt Papa and Matt Boswell)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I1GiZL60c80
* see also Matthew 15:21–28
**Isaiah 29:13 The Lord says: “These people come near to me with their mouth and honor me with their lips, but their hearts are far from me. Their worship of me is based on merely human rules they have been taught.”