Scraps from the table
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.
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?
There are times when I feel all alone,
As though my life does not matter
that I am unloved,
Other folks seem to be enjoying life’s party
whilst I am left on the sidelines,
Wanting to be welcomed,
seen for who I really am,
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 righteous indignation,
Makes me want to stand up and be counted,
to shout from the rooftops:
Hear my cries
Hear me and recognise me
Help me live into your God-given image,
Yet still hear
to all those other cries,
ringing out in our world…
Only you can truly nurture us
and set us free, AMEN.