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“She was quick: “You’re
right Master, but beggar dogs do get scraps from the master’s table”. Matt.
15:27.” MSG
A
surplus of leftovers was stacked in the fridge. So precariously, in fact, my
thoughts of unpacking the milk for morning tea caused me to settle for yogurt
and granola. I had no time to risk the probable avalanche, nor the energy to
rearrange before my first cup of tea kicked in.
Like
last year as I pushed back from a Christmas Buffet laden with ham, turkey and
all the trimmings, etc… I vowed never to eat again. Yet, before the dawn’s
early light had broken and with only the light of the refrigerator piercing the
morning, my bleary-eyed glimpse of sliced turkey and some persimmon pudding
caused me to eagerly anticipate my next meal.
Leftovers
are rarely considered choice fare. But, for the Canaanite woman, seen only as a
“dog” and deemed unworthy of anything
more, even leftovers were desirable.
Desperation
regarding her daughter’s illness seized her soul as she pushed past the
self-righteous glares of the crowd and fell humbly at the feet of the Master.
Jesus
sat silent. (Reading this to myself I am thinking that Jesus is saying to
himself, hum; I’ll see what she “says” first before I make a comment.)
A
sense of smugness must have engulfed the disciples as Jesus’ initial reaction
appeared to validate their deeply embedded beliefs of superiority. Little did
they know, a few “incisive words” from Jesus would quickly extract their
shallow roots.
Undaunted
by Jesus’ alleged indifference, the Canaanite women voiced her unwavering hope.
Jesus gave in. “Oh woman,
your faith is something else. What you want is what you get!” Right then her
daughter became well. Vs 28.MSG
Jesus
came to save the pharisaical community; yet most blindly looked on in
self-righteous indignation. In contrast, the outcast woman believed even a
single word or touch from the Master would be enough to restore her daughter’s
life.
This
morning, as I munch on my yogurt and granola with an abundance of food piled
high in my fridge, I question if I take for granted all I have while feeling
entitled to more. Do I humbly receive whatever God desires to give me, knowing
that even the scraps from his hand will bring more healing to my body than the
surplus of leftovers stacked in my fridge?
It
is not what we receive, but the spirit with which we receive that brings the
results we desire, and the surplus sounds of Thanksgiving our Master longs to
hear.
This
New Year, give God thanks and share from your place of abundance with those
around you.
Debra’s life goal is to inspire and motivate women globally to become all they have been created and designed to be by using the guiding principles of their Creator’s word in gaining wisdom, understanding their designed-given personality identities & create their purpose! You can contact Debra at dwcscc@yahoo.com.
