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Matthew 15, 21-28

The Word of God

Jesus left that place and went away to the district of Tyre and Sidon. Just then a Canaanite woman from that region came out and started shouting, ‘Have mercy on me, Lord, Son of David; my daughter is tormented by a demon.’ But he did not answer her at all. And his disciples came and urged him, saying, ‘Send her away, for she keeps shouting after us.’ He answered, ‘I was sent only to the lost sheep of the house of Israel.’ But she came and knelt before him, saying, ‘Lord, help me.’ He answered, ‘It is not fair to take the children’s food and throw it to the dogs.’ She said, ‘Yes, Lord, yet even the dogs eat the crumbs that fall from their masters’ table.’ Then Jesus answered her, ‘Woman, great is your faith! Let it be done for you as you wish.’ And her daughter was healed instantly.

Matthew 15, 21-28
  • Some thoughts on today's scripture

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    • Here, Lord, for the first and only time, I see you in Gentile territory. As a Gentile I watch this one with emotion. I imagine myself in that woman’s skin, desperate for my daughter’s health, hoping to reach the ear of this wonder-worker, even though he is a Jew. At first he ignores me, then seems to insult me as though we are only dogs around the children’s table. I answer him back, sensing something – is it Jewish humour? – in his eyes. Suddenly he softens; he hears my prayer.
    • Lord, let me never grow tired of arguing with you.
  • Some thoughts on today's scripture

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    • Here, Lord, for the first and only time, I see you in Gentile territory. As a Gentile I watch this one with emotion. I imagine myself in that woman’s skin, desperate for my daughter’s health, hoping to reach the ear of this wonder-worker, even though he is a Jew. At first he ignores me, then seems to insult me as though we are only dogs around the children’s table. I answer him back, sensing something – is it Jewish humour? – in his eyes. Suddenly he softens; he hears my prayer.
    • Lord, let me never grow tired of arguing with you.