And from thence He arose, and went away into the borders of Tyre and Sidon. And He entered into a house, and would have no man know it; and He could not be hid. But straightway a woman, whose little daughter had an unclean spirit, having heard of Him, came and fell down at His feet.
Now the woman was a Greek, a Syrophoenician by race. And she besought Him that He would cast forth the demon out of her daughter.
And He said unto her, Let the children first be filled: for it is not meet to take the children’s bread and cast it to the dogs.
But she answered and saith unto Him, Yea, Lord; even the dogs under the table eat of the children’s crumbs.
And He said unto her, For this saying go thy way; the demon is gone out of thy daughter.
And she went away unto her house, and found the child laid upon the bed, and the demon gone out. Mark 7:24-30 ASV
This passage came up twice today, once in my morning devotion and again in our women’s bible study at church. I usually take notice of repeats, especially when they happen so close together.
This scene always blows my mind when I read it. I guess because I always try to read in the context of today’s culture. I can not imagine this scene playing out today. There would be cries of discrimination. There would be social media posts about how Jesus called her a dog. It is hard for me to read this outside that thought pattern.
Yet, this woman knew who she was. That is clear from the text and her response. She knew her place. She was an outsider, a foreigner, a woman, and yet she approached Jesus anyway. She trusted that He would heal her daughter. She was not bashful or offended, she was bold and audacious. This woman had a revelation of Him. She knew the power of Christ and wanted what He could provide for her daughter.
In contrast, I am a daughter of Christ, I belong to Him. I am a citizen of Heaven living on earth. Yet, I so often fail to approach God with my needs. I will go to Him, but I will not ask for what I want. Even when I do, I do not often have the bold audacious faith that this woman did. I sometimes have that faith and boldness for others, for larger needs, just not myself. For myself, old messages of who I know I am speak louder that my revelation of Him.
Yet the truth is, I can approach the Lord knowing that He will hear. His Word promises He will hear; she had no promise, yet she approached anyway. I need a revelation that I can come to Him. I need a revelation that even when I feel like I don’t even deserve the scraps, He wants me to come anyway. He wants me to ask. I need the revelation of Him, that will give me far more than the scraps, He says “far more than I can ask think or pray.”
I need a revelation of Him and a revelation of who I am in Him and to Him.