As a Baptist child, my Sunday mornings were all about church. After the worship time and then Sunday School, children gathered in the pews to sing VBS tunes and children’s hymns. 

 

"Tell me the stories of Jesus" was a favorite song of mine.  Here are the first couple of verses:


Tell me the stories of Jesus I love to hear,

Things I would ask him to tell me if he were here.

Scenes by the wayside, tales of the sea, Stories of Jesus, tell them to me.


Oh, let me hear how the children stood round his knee.

I shall imagine his blessing resting on me;

Words full of kindness, deeds full of grace,

All in the love-light of Jesus’ face.

 

These words painted a vision for me of who Jesus was. Someone who loved being with children who was known for his gentleness and kindness. It’s an image many of us share.

 

When we hear a Gospel story about Jesus rejecting a woman whose child is ill, it feels uncomfortable…disconnected.


It’s tempting to think, well, maybe Matthew got this one wrong. But, this same story is remembered by Mark…And Mark paints an even harsher image of Jesus than Matthew. Both Gospel writers remember a time when Jesus was clearly having a bad hair day.

 

What is going on in this text? We have to dig deeply to find the fullness of the story. 

 

The person who approaches Jesus is unnamed. Throughout the story, she will be described as a woman, a Canaanite, a gentile, and an outsider.  There’s a lot packed into those adjectives.

 

In her day, women were second-class citizens. She is Canaanite, the very people God cleared out of the promised land to make way for the Israelites. She is not Jewish. And, she is from the district of Tyre and Sidon—not Judah.

 

The author is going out of his way to say, “She’s from not from around here, folks.”

 

And, yet, she is… 

 

Jesus is not in his homeland. The text tells us that he and the disciples have left Judah and traveled to Tyre. He is in this woman’s nation—in her capital city. It is Jesus who is the foreigner in this story.  Yet, the author, and Jesus, identify her as the outsider.


Some years ago, I was in the elevator of the Eiffel Tower in Paris. As we were riding upwards, people were chatting. All of the tourists were Americans. One person asked the elevator attendant what time the last elevator departed from the observation deck. The attendant didn’t flinch…or respond…or make any eye contact with anyone. 


I have one well-worn phrase and I used it: “Je suis désolé, j’ne parle pas Français [I’m sorry, I do not speak French]. What time does the last elevator depart?”  He said, “11pm.”  And then he looked at the other American and said, “You just assume I speak English.  Why?”

 

It’s an interesting trait of human nature. Wherever we go—even 5,000 miles away--we see the world through our own cultural lens, our life experiences.

 

The encounter between the woman and Jesus begins when Jesus arrives in Tyre; the woman seeks him out…as if she’s been waiting for him. She starts shouting: “Have mercy on me, Lord, Son of David; my daughter is tormented by a demon.” “Son of David”… she knows the human lineage of Jesus. 


Matthew says, ‘Jesus ignored her.’


It’s an extraordinary exchange. A woman approaches a man…and a foreigner at that!  She correctly identifies him as a descendant of David, the King of Judah. She knows he is something more than just another guy. He is a Healer…someone with a proven track record of casting out demons.

Her action tells us that Jesus is known beyond the borders of Judah. Even here, in her land, he is known. And though, as a woman, she knows her voice carries very little weight, she believes that he will heal her child.


The woman begs him to cast the demon out of her daughter.  Jesus’ response is rude. It was rude 2,000 years ago and it’s rude today. He doesn’t say ‘No, I’m very busy, I don’t time to do this’. He says to her, “It is not right to take the children’s bread and toss it to the dogs.”[1] Jesus is saying that his gifts are meant for the people of his homeland, the Judeans. And he refers to the woman and her child as dogs…unfit and unworthy.


The message of scarcity implicit in this story is shocking.….as if there isn’t enough of Jesus for all of us. Scarcity is a human conflict.  How does Jesus get caught up in scarcity?

 

We often focus on Jesus as ‘the Word become flesh who dwells among us’, the incarnation of God; it’s easy to forget that Jesus is both fully divine and fully human.


Matthew and Mark are revealing to us a much fuller image of Jesus.


Rabbi Jonathan Sacks, author of “Not in God’s Name,” offers this insight about God: “…The most radical of monotheism’s truths: is that God may choose, but God does not reject. The logic of scarcity [he says] has no place in a world made by a God whose ‘tender mercies are on all his works.’”[2]

 

God does not reject. The woman seems to know this. She pushes back at Jesus. Notice how she starts her response: “Yes, Lord, yet…” She addresses Jesus by a Divine name. And Jesus hears her…He responds, “Woman, great is your faith.”[3] 


She has seen both his humanness and his divinity. And her faith is appropriately placed in his Divine nature.


The Healings performed by Jesus are signs to us of God’s presence among us.


Word of these signs traveled hundreds of miles over the 3 years of his ministry. There were no planes, trains, or automobiles. There were no iphones, faxes, or even the US Postal Service. People heard about these signs by word of mouth…from one person to another…across borders, cultures, and beyond the privileged class.


Life by life, the witness of these signs changed the world.

 

Today, word of these Signs still passes from one person to another.


Last week, St. Christopher’s blessed 36 backpacks for school students, filled them with supplies, and delivered them for the first day of school. We provided uniforms to children at Hazel Harvey Peace Elementary School. We volunteered at a Laundry Love yesterday, helping more than 40 families launder a month of clothing.


Today, we will bless a blanket given by a parishioner for our Second Sunday children’s ministry. When it’s time for the children’s sermon, they will spread out this blanket and have a sacred space to sit and hear the Word of God.

 

All of our gifts are more than just stuff…more than just time…more than just money.


They are Signs of the divine in a world that is starved for hope and kindness.


May those who receive the gifts of this congregation recognize the human love that made each gift possible and the divine Love embedded in them. 

 


[1] NIV

[2] Not in God’s Name: confronting religious violence; Rabbi Jonathan Sacks p124

[3] NRSV

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Once when a certain preacher launched into a children’s sermon, she was confronted by a visiting child, an eight-year-old friend of a regular member. The boy was new to this church but was a regular attendee at another congregation that did not have children’s sermons. Nevertheless, the visitor tried his best to follow the line of the preacher’s effort to connect with the children. Attempting to hook the children with something familiar before making her point, the priest asked the children to identify what she would describe. “What is fuzzy and has a long tail?” No response. “What has big teeth and climbs in trees?” Still no response. After she asked, “What jumps around a lot and gathers nuts and hides them?” the visiting boy could stand the silence no longer. He blurted out, “Look, lady, I know the answer is supposed to be ‘Jesus,’ but it sure sounds like a squirrel to me.” Today’s Gospel reveals to us St. Thomas – who was put in a situation similar to that of the boy at the children’s sermon. Thomas was the one who had not seen the risen Jesus when he first appeared to the disciples. The others told him they had seen the Lord, but he was skeptical. He doubted. Still, Thomas must have wanted to fit in. He might have said, “Look, friends, I know the answer is supposed to be that I acknowledge that you saw Jesus, but it sure sounds like a ghost to me.” Aren't we all a little like Thomas? Thank God for that! Because, as Elton Trueblood once said, “a faith that is never questioned isn't worth having.” Thomas remained with the others until his doubts and uncertainties were transformed into a dynamic faith. Doubt is a universal human experience. We have all felt the pain, the harassment, and the threat of it. Doubt comes in different depths. The deepest form denies that we can believe anything at all. The other extreme is the mind of the dogmatic that sails along with unquestioning confidence on a sea of tranquil certitude. While there is a certain appeal in dogmatic tranquility, there is also the danger that we might overlook the possibility of error in our most familiar beliefs. As much as we might like to think of eliminating any trace of doubt in our life, the truth is that it would be undesirable, even if it were possible. When someone tells me that he has never had a moment of probing religious doubt, I find myself wondering whether that person has ever known a moment of vital religious conviction. For if one fact stands out above all others in the history of religion, it is this: the price of a great faith is a great and continuous struggle to get it, to keep it, and to share it. Faith is a fight as well as a peace. I find myself thinking of my task as a Pastor and Teacher in the way described by Paul Tillich, when he said, “Sometimes I think my mission is to bring faith to the faithless and doubt to the faithful.” Tuesday of this week is the annual remembrance of the Holocaust, Yom Hashoah. As we recall that tragic chapter in human history, we are painfully reminded of Adolf Hitler. Hitler was an atheist. We usually think of atheism as ultimate doubt. But when you think of it as a religion, you can see how helpful it would be to have a system of doubt to correct it. Hitler had no religion to cast doubts on his approach to life. But there are other problems besides Hitler's form of atheism. There is, for example, practical atheism. Practical atheists believe in God. He just doesn't have anything to do with their lives. Martin Luther once wrote, “There is the person who has never doubted that God is, but who lives as though God were not; and there is the person who doubts whether God is, or even denies that God is, but lives as though God were. In the latter, the grace of God is at work.” Look at the lives of the saints. According to holy legend, doubt appears as a temptation which increases in power with the increase of saintliness. In those who rest on their unshakable faith, pharisaism, fundamentalism, and fanaticism are the unmistakable symptoms of doubt which has been repressed. Doubt is overcome not by repression but by courage. Courage does not deny that there is doubt, but it takes the doubt into itself as an expression of its own finitude and affirms the content of an ultimate concern – a concern that impacts our lives and how we relate to the world around us and the people in it. Courage does not need the safety of unquestionable conviction. It includes the risk without which no creative life is possible. The Christian faith is stronger than our doubts. It is like the Chinese proverb, which says, “Chinese sails, though full of holes, still work.” Suppose a half dozen of us were seated around the walls of a darkened room. We are told that somewhere in the open, middle space, there is a chair. It is not just any chair; it is an antique, the creation of a noted designer, worth several thousand dollars. Which of us will find that chair? Certainly not those who sit still and philosophize about where the chair might be placed, about its existence, or about its value. No, the chair can be found only by those who have the courage to get up and risk stumbling around in the dark, using whatever powers of reason and sensation we might have until the chair is discovered. Or in our relationships with those we love. I have faith that my wife loves me. 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As far as we know, human beings are the only creatures on the planet, perhaps in the cosmos, endowed with the privilege and responsibility to exercise reason. Once a young man said to the philosopher, Blaise Pascal, “Oh that I had your creed, then I would live your life.” Pascal replied, “let me tell you something, young man. If you will live my life, it will not be many days until you have my creed.” In other words, Pascal is saying it is easier to act your way into belief than the other way around. And when we see Thomas after the resurrection, we follow the trajectory of his faith from confusion to confession. The risen Christ, at last, confronted him in the presence of the others and together they dealt with his doubt until it gave way to affirmation. He does that for us, too. 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