I’ve been thinking about the Canaanite woman lately. Her story is found in Matthew 15, verses 22-28 and Mark 7:24-30.
Jesus passed over the border to the region of Tyre and Sidon to escape the Pharisees’ ire. He entered a house, hoping no one would notice Him there, but His fame had spread throughout the land inhabited by people the Jews considered heathen.
“You are going to lead millions of people to the Promised Land after you free them from slavery. You’ll drive out all the people in the land flowing with milk and honey, and dwell there, away from the oppression of Pharaoh and the Egyptians.”
God told Moses he would be a leader. Not just any leader, but the leader of an unprecedented revolution over a formidable dynasty.
Can you imagine? Put yourself in Moses’ shoes. The world’s prominent leader of the time not only knows you personally, but he wants you dead.
As we celebrated Mother’s Day yesterday, I thought of Naomi, mother of Mahlon and Chilion in the book of Ruth.
With a pain of loss I can only imagine, she decided to travel from the enemy country she’d been living in, back to her homeland in Bethlehem, Israel. Beyond childbearing years, the widow Naomi had no hope of ever having children again.
Naomi spoke from a broken place in the Moab desert. “For the hand of the Lord has gone forth against me.”
This weekend I had the honor of speaking at a ladies’ brunch at church. As I prepared to share my testimony, I thought of two key things that have helped me to start living as a prized possession, rather than a scraggly orphan.
What keeps you from the communion table this Passover, friend?
If you’re like me, sometimes it’s shame. Even if we take the elements as they’re passed, we don’t feel like we’re really at the table. At best, we’re in the corner watching others break the bread and take the cup.