God, it’s Monday.
You knew that. You know that lots of my friends are asking you for lots of things right now. For peace while waiting to find out about cancer. For patience while waiting to find out about a daughter. For endurance while preparing for a quest.
And we keep wondering about the answers, about the peace and patience and endurance. And joy and healing and deliverance.
I think I’d like to talk to them about the time, Jesus, that a woman was asking you for freedom for her daughter and you just sat there. Silent. I mean, you sat there long enough that your disciples said, “Can we just get her out of here? Clearly, we’re not going to get any rest while she keeps whining.”
You said that your target audience, your niche, your ministry focus was “the lost sheep of Israel.” That’s why you were on vacation outside of Israel. To get some time off. Or that’s how it reads.
The woman came right in front of you and got on her knees.
“Help me,” she said.
“But you aren’t one of us,” you said.
“But even dogs get crumbs,” she said, acknowledging a cultural stereotype and not giving up.
You told her that she had great faith. You only said that to two people. Then you delivered her daughter from the evil one.
Your interaction went from silence to pronouncement to conversation to deliverance.
I think that I stop at silence. Or pronouncement.
Do I stop at assuming I know what you mean?
I think I miss the opportunities to converse with you.
To understand better what you want.
To persist to deliverance.
Help me persist. Deliver us from evil. And would you talk with my friends please? So they know your silence isn’t anger?
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