Reflecting on Matt. 15: 21-28
I hope that you have a lot of memories of your parents pulling a “Syro-Phoenician Woman” for you. I do. One time my dad actually went to the convent and spoke with the principal about me. I came home from the first day of school in fourth grade very upset because all of my friends were in the other section of fourth grade. He came home that night and said, “It’s okay, Kathy. I went down and explained everything to Sister. Tomorrow you’ll be in the other classroom.” That feeling of being extraordinarily loved has never left me.
Imagine that tormented daughter, probably convulsing and having seizures, finally being at rest. Imagine the peace, and the relief, and the immense gratitude she must have felt when the neighbors came running in and said, “You should have seen your mom! She stood right up to the Rabbi. He told her he only came for the Jews, and she told him that even the dogs get the leftovers! And he laughed and laughed, and hugged her, and told her that her faith had blessed him so much that he could feel healing going out from him!” That’s how I imagine that conversation went.
I’m positive that daughter never forgot the feeling of being so very precious to her mother that she sought out Jesus as he was passing through her town and begged for her life. I’ll bet that wonderful knowledge of how deeply she was loved healed her as much as did the power of Jesus.
Go to God in prayer this week and beg for someone. The Gospel assures us that Jesus longs for such faith.
Who needs the healing touch of Christ in your life?
Kathy McGovern © 2014-2015