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Scraps from the table

Are scraps enough when you are starving?  

Is a glimmer of hope enough when you are filled with despair?  

What about standing up to God and demanding what is right and just for yourself and those you love? Can that end in a blessing?

 

Restless Spirit

There are times when I feel all alone,

As though my life does not matter

that I am unloved,

unnoticed;

Other folks seem to be enjoying life’s party

whilst I am left on the sidelines,

Wanting to be welcomed,

accepted,

seen for who I really am,

listened to

and really heard.

Sometimes I feel utterly despondent

ready to curl into a ball and hide from the world,

At other times,

my sense of justice,

of fairness

of righteous indignation,

Makes me want to stand up and be counted,

to shout from the rooftops:

“I’m here!”

“I matter!”

Transforming Spirit

Hear my cries

Hear me and recognise me

Help me live into your God-given image,

Yet still hear

and respond

to all those other cries,

ringing out in our world…

Only you can truly nurture us 

and set us free, AMEN.

Mark 7: 24-30

24 From there he set out and went away to the region of Tyre. He entered a house and did not want anyone to know he was there. Yet he could not escape notice, 25 but a woman whose little daughter had an unclean spirit immediately heard about him, and she came and bowed down at his feet. 26 Now the woman was a Gentile, of Syrophoenician origin. She begged him to cast the demon out of her daughter. 27 He said to her, ‘Let the children be fed first, for it is not fair to take the children’s food and throw it to the dogs.’ 28 But she answered him, ‘Sir, even the dogs under the table eat the children’s crumbs.’ 29 Then he said to her, ‘For saying that, you may go—the demon has left your daughter.’ 30 So she went home, found the child lying on the bed, and the demon gone.

 
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