Mark 7:24-37 Love drove her. Of course it did — an elemental, primal kind of love of a parent for a child, a mother for a daughter. Love. And, no doubt, lingering memories of a better time. And hope for all that child could be, surely would have been, had not a demon taken possession …
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What to make of Jesus and the Syrophoenician Woman?
Mark 7:24-37 First, this: I have struggled with my writing now for like many, I hardly know what to make of the scene we witness in Mark’s Gospel today. What you have here are my first thoughts on a difficult passage. I would welcome your thoughts as well. I know the woman Jesus meets in …
A Young Man Named Pablo and the Syrophoenician Woman
Mark 7:24-37 A few days ago I got a window into the utter courage the woman in the story before us now displayed. For I surely saw its opposite. Not that I’m judging that, believe me, I am not. Here is how it was. I spent the last week on a cruise with some of …
“Of Sidewalk Messages and Crumbs from God’s Table”
Mark 7:24-37 A couple of months ago I was out on my early morning walk. The sun was not quite up as I headed down Meadow Lane and turned left on Borden. I don’t remember now what was on my mind that morning as I tried to pick up my pace and turn my walk into more …