How is Your Grain?

An old man named Calvin had lived a good life as a farmer for years. One day an evangelist came to the community, and, in the course of his stay, visited Calvin and asked him what denomination he was. Calvin answered the question like this: “When my grain gets ready for selling, after I’ve harvested it and packaged it, I can take it to town by any one of three roads ” the river road, the dirt road, or the highway. But when I get my grain to town and go to the buyer to sell him what I have, he never looks at me and asks, Calvin, which road did you take to get your grain to town?’ What he does do is ask me if my grain is any good.”

WOW, what a question: “Is your grain good – the grain of your discipleship?” That’s all that really matters. When we get to Heaven we will probably find some (Roman Catholics) and some (Baptists) and some (Presbyterians). And they’ll be just as surprised to see us as we will to see them. But we will all belong to just one fellowship. Let’s call it the Fellowship of the Bearers of Cold Water. We will all be people who have lived out our discipleship through acts of kindness to others.

I must admit to all of you that I am a bit prejudice when it comes to denominations. I really love the United Methodist Church. And I love it because of its beliefs… especially its emphasis on grace. I would not want to be another denomination even though we probably get it wrong sometimes. I admire other denominations for their theology, their ritual, their missions, but I love the United Methodist Church because I have found a home here… and here I have been given life. In this Church I have become (over all these years) part of the fellowship of the bearers of cold water… I am learning how to love and be a person of love. I am learning about grace and how to be a person of grace.

Family July 2005 - 3Most of all, I believe that I am learning that my grain is good – the grain of my discipleship. I am no Billy Graham, even though my dad was good friends with Grady Wilson. I am no Mother Theresa, even though I thoroughly believe in missions. I am no Philip Martin, my brother, who is still preaching into his seventies. I am no Kevin Stamps, who is my grand-nephew, an Army Chaplain at Fort Bragg, even though I wanted to go back into the Navy as a Chaplain.

I am no Peter Marshall, even though I work hard at sermon preparation and delivery. I am no Dee Bee Martin, even though I try to walk in his steps. Over these 40 years of ministry many people have come to know Christ through my availability to God. But my dad – In all his many years in ministry there was only one year of active ministry where he did not bring someone into the membership of the church…ONLY ONE! And one day in 1950 he baptized 45 people in the Little Tennessee River. My discipleship doesn’t seem like much when you compare it to some of the greats… but because of the grace of God my grain is good… Jesus makes it so as I seek to grow in him daily.

How’s your grain? Doesn’t matter what road you traveled to get to the end of your journey… “How is your grain of discipleship… is it good?”

Lord, sometimes I do so wonder about my grain. Sometimes I think there may be a little mold in it or not enough sparkle to it… but it is grain which was grown at your hand, in your field, for your people. Continue to bless it that it may bring forth fruit in and through Jesus. Amen.

Grace and Peace

Steve

What Would You Have Done?


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The town in which the small Christian congregation was situated was often invaded by North Korean soldiers and then, hours later, reclaimed by forces from the South.

That explains why the believers worshipped as quietly and anonymously as they could. Apparently, they were not quiet or anonymous enough. Shortly after they began, some of the communist soldiers barged in, machine guns at the ready. The worshippers were lined up and four of them were selected for special attention.

A picture of Jesus was ripped from the table which served as an altar and thrown on the floor. The soldiers ordered, “You four, one by one, I want you to come by here, spit on this picture, and curse your Savior’s Name!” The first three in line were men of the church, and they did what the soldier said to do. They spit on the picture, and they cursed the Name of Christ.

The fourth one in line was a high school girl. She came up to the picture, and she dropped to her knees. She wiped the spittle off with her skirt, and she said, “Go ahead and kill me. I cannot curse my Savior’s Name.”

The soldier said, “Get up!” They blindfolded that girl and marched her, along with the three men outside. The worshippers left behind heard the shots, and they also saw the soldiers return, with the girl. Then, hearing sounds which said the village was being recaptured and they needed to leave, the spokesman for the soldiers said, “Learn this lesson: those men died because anyone who gives up what they believe so easily is not fit to be a communist.”

The question for us is this: “What would you have done?” For us it is a theoretical question. For many of our brothers and sisters around the world, it is a reality.

What would you have done? I know Jesus endured all manner of indignities, as He walked the path that brought about our salvation. He was rejected, spit upon, beaten, whipped and crucified. Even so, He continued on and gave His life to save ours.

But what would you do? Would you give your life for Him? I believe you would. Then I encourage you to live for Him.

Grace and Peace
Steve

 

Steve, The Great???


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Before I let you go on and on about the title, let me say that I Googled “Steve, The Great” and came up empty with that search. Can you imagine? Perhaps my understanding of great needs some clarification? Maybe this story will help?

Some years ago St. Paul School of Theology in Kansas City was seeking a new president. Over one hundred candidates applied for the position. The search committee narrowed the list to five eminently qualified persons. Then somebody came up with a brilliant idea: let’s send a person to the institutions where each of the five finalists is currently employed, and let’s interview the janitor at each place, asking him what he thinks of the man seeking to be our president. This was done and a janitor gave such a glowing appraisal of William MacElvaney that he was selected President of St. Paul’s School of Theology.

Somebody on that search committee understood, in a flash of genius, that those who live close to Christ become so secure in his love that they no longer relate to other people according to rank or power or money or prestige. They treat janitors and governors with equal dignity. They regard everybody as a VIP. Children seem to do this intuitively; adult Christians have to relearn it.

How do we grow to the point that we stop measuring people by their successes and start regarding people for their service, for their sacrifices? How do we move from a world’s model which measures value in terms of wealth, fame, and power to a model which measures value in based on Jesus’ teachings? What is greatness in the kingdom of God?

Someone once asked Dr. Albert Sweitzer who was the greatest person in the world. He answered: “Some unknown person, who is doing the work of love.” When Mike Peters won the Pulitzer Prize for political cartoons (1981), he wasn’t expecting the honor. He described his response by saying, “It is like you are asleep and it is two in the morning and you are hugging your pillow and you are in your funny pajamas and somebody bursts through the door and they come over and start shaking you and they say, ‘Wake up, wake up!’ And you say, ‘What is it?’ And they say, ‘You have just won the Boston Marathon!’ And you say, ‘But I’m not running in the Boston Marathon.’ And they say, ‘Doesn’t make any difference, you won.'”

Jesus taught that heaven will hold some surprises. Honor and glory will be granted for behavior that was so natural, so undistinguished, and so noncompetitive. Take the simple illustration that Jesus gives of receiving a child. From somewhere Jesus finds a small child who he stands in front of them. It is interesting that Mark tells us that Jesus stands the child in front of them and then takes the child in his arms. Perhaps he was highlighting how low the child was by comparison. But as he raises the child in his arms he says to them, “Whoever welcomes on of these little children in my name welcomes me; and whoever welcomes me does not welcome me but the one who sent me.” Now, what does he mean? He is talking about having a humble servant attitude, being willing to reach out and help the lowliest of people so that we might show them the love of Christ. Such simple acts will be greatly rewarded.

Yes, many of God’s children will be surprised to find that their faithful simple service has brought them top honors. The servant will be honored; the last shall be first. And if there is one thing in this world that short circuits such simple acts it is self-promotion. You cannot both serve and conquer. So put on your funniest pajamas and get ready to hear from God that you have already won… because of Jesus.

Dear Lord, sometimes I would like to think that I am great. I know that history will not record me as “Steve, the Great.” But I do hope that someone will notice that Steve did seek to let you live through me and that all my brothers and sisters mattered. I pray that you lifted someone’s spirit because I happened to be there with kindness and peace. In and through Jesus. Amen.

Grace and Peace
Steve

 

Change in the Blog Website

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I have made some changes to the blog site that I hope you will receive benefit. I have added some Amazon sites along the left hand column which you can go to when you want to find some Amazon deals. Give her a test drive and see what you think.

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I’VE BEEN FRAMED!!!

The second thing is a widget for showing any videos you may want to enjoy. Don’t worry they don’t come on automatically, but you have to click it to get it playing. At the present time, I have started with my favorite video… that is Donny Osmond singing “The Last Full-Measure of Devotion” appropriate for Memorial Day. I hope you will take advantage of hearing his soul-touching expression of that song.

Finally, I have installed a music widget which will allow me to add some of my favorite songs, hymns and the like. I have a lot more than the ones listed, but for some reason this program will not recognize some of my “purchased” iTunes songs. I hope to get that corrected in the near future. Enjoy the ones I have there at present.

I hope to continue to make improvements to make your trip to my blog site more fruitful. Thank you for walking along in this journey with me. It sure is a “Hoot” some times.

Grace and Peace
Steve

 

Don’t Run Away and Join The Circus


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When I was little, and I got upset with my parents, they would say, “Well, don’t run away and join the circus.”

That expression didn’t make any sense to me. For one thing, I had never been to a circus. For another, if I were to run away, it was more likely to be to the corner store a block away, because at least they sold candy. I do remember wanting to run away once and my mother, as she was laughing, said: “You want me to help you pack?” Needless to say, I didn’t go anywhere. When asked where I would go my response was “I guess I will go sit under a bridge somewhere.” I still don’t know where that answer came from. It did prove that I had not thought any of this through to any extent.

When I grew older, I asked my parents about their old expression and what it meant to them. They said it was the kind of thing that little kids said back when they were kids. When those travelling circus buses, trailers and caravans pulled into your small town, you knew something exciting was in store.

As children, they believed the life of a circus performer was one of adventure. Why, if you ran away with this circus, and snuck into one of those buses just as it was leaving, you would have a ride out-of-town, a job, and a new life on the road where your parents could never find you!

“You must have been awfully mad at your parents to want to do that,” I said. “Our parents drove us crazy,” they said. “They could be exasperating.” And that was when it hit me. These exasperating parents of mine, who often drove me crazy, had once been children themselves. And what are the odds, they too had exasperating parents?

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I promised my young self that I would never become an exasperating parent. I hope that has been the case. To Shirley’s credit, as of this date, our 49-year-old son has never actually run away to join the circus.

Although there are times when, as a pastor, my family thinks I actually did run away and join the circus.

Dear God, give to each generation a balance of boldness and humility, and the wisdom of thought to know that running to Jesus, even though it may seem like a circus at times, is really all the adventure our souls really need. Help me not to run away, but to run to faith, in and through Jesus.  Amen.

Grace and Peace
Steve

 

Throw Your Hat Over The Wall


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I want to share a basketball story with you tonight. It is about Michael Jordan, perhaps the greatest professional basketball player of all time. One night he scored sixty-nine points in a single game. In that same game, rookie Stacey King made his inauspicious debut. He shot one free throw and made it. After the final buzzer, a reporter asked King for his thoughts on the game. Stacey King, with tongue planted firmly in his cheek, replied: “I’ll always remember this as the night that Michael Jordan and I combined for 70 points.”

Well, I guess that is one way to look at it. Michael Jordan was a great basketball player. And yet John Eliot, in his book titled Overachievement, claims that Michael Jordan was not really a very gifted basketball player. For example, Jordan ranked ninth in the NBA for field goals made and eighteenth in total points. He never ranked first in any major NBA statistic. Even in his prime, Jordan was not the fastest or most accurate shooter; he certainly was not a rebounder or brilliant at defense.

michael-jordan-sneakerYet Jordan is considered the greatest player of his era, and maybe the best ever. How did a poor defender and average shooter get to be a five time NBA MVP not to mention earn the reputation as the best hoops player on the planet? Passion? Confidence? Determination? All of these were involved, of course. Michael Jordan, who famously was cut from his middle school team, simply set out to be the best he could be and the rest is history.

There is a part of almost everyone that is thrilled when someone attempts to reach lofty goals. The pioneer, the successful entrepreneur, the victorious athlete all speak to us about the ability of the human spirit to achieve monumental accomplishments when properly motivated. Vicariously, we share in their achievements and find hope for our own lives in their successes.

President John F. Kennedy’s hero was his grandfather, and he loved to hear stories about his grandfather’s boyhood in Ireland. One of these stories concerned how Grandfather Fitzgerald used to walk home from school each day with a group of friends. Sometimes these boys would challenge each other to climb over the stone walls along the lanes of the countryside.

However, there were times when young Fitzgerald and the other boys were sometimes hesitant to dare the hazardous climbs. So, they devised a way to motivate themselves to take the risk involved: they would toss their caps over the wall. You see, they knew that they dare not go home without their caps, so then they had to climb over the walls to get them. They tossed their caps over the wall as a way of motivating themselves to take a risk. The poet said, “A man’s reach should exceed his grasp, or what’s a heaven for?” And it is true.

There are times when all of us long to toss our caps over the wall. There are times when we hunger in our own way for the heroic whether we want to change jobs, start our own business, go back to school, or whatever. There come those times in life when we feel the need to make a change. Perhaps it is time to throw your hat over the wall on some issue? Got any ideas?

Grace and Peace
Steve

 

 

General Lee Leaves Duke


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Allow me to share some of the article concerning how Duke handled the Lee statue controversy. Duke University quickly and quietly removed a controversial statue from its most iconic building over the weekend.

Early Saturday morning, a crew removed a memorial to General Robert E. Lee from its place on the outside wall of Duke Chapel. This comes at a time when many states are trying to reconcile the future of their Confederate monuments and history.

The famous Duke University Chapel is known around the world. There are always visitors and students taking pictures of the gothic structure. So, in many ways this past Saturday was a normal Saturday, as Duke Chapel’s Organ Scholar warmed up to play at three weddings.

But just outside the doors of the chapel, change had come. By early morning, a statue of General Lee was no longer there and there was a visible hole where it once stood.

“The statue was brought down very sensitively and delicately with no further damage beyond what was done by the vandalism Wednesday night,” said Michael Schoenfeld, Duke’s vice president for public affairs and government relations.

Schoenfeld said when vandals chipped off part of the statue’s nose and eyes earlier last week, outcry over a Civil War remnant became an issue of safety and security in a house of worship.

“That is probably, possibly one of the most visible and important locations on the Duke campus, in front of our most visible and iconic building,” said Schoenfeld. “As a community, we need to deliberate what kinds of messages we send as a university by the people that we honor there.”

There were 10 statues greeting chapel visitors.  Among them, a statue of Methodist leader John Wesley is prominently over the front door.

“Those statues have been there since the chapel opened in 1932. So in some respects, to some people they have been hiding in plain sight,” said Schoenfeld.

But these Confederate monuments, many see as relics to the Civil War and to a time when blacks were enslaved, are now in the spotlight. Last week, the mayor of Baltimore also felt the need to “quickly and quietly” remove four such statues, which included one of Robert E. Lee.  Catherine Pugh said the statues had become a security threat, including the deadly fallout in Charlottesville, Virginia over a Robert E. Lee statue there.

Statue on top of a Confederate Monument in front of the old Durham County Courthouse was toppled by demonstrators August 14, 2017.


Here in Durham, a group of demonstrators moved quickly, but not quietly, in taking down a Confederate statue of a nameless soldier outside the old county courthouse downtown last week, too. On Friday, they celebrated its removal, again, chanting “We Tore it Down!”

The President of Duke University, Vincent Price, said in a statement over the weekend, the removal of the Lee statue creates an opportunity for the Duke community to learn and heal.

Luke Powery, dean of Duke Chapel, in his opening remarks in worship on Sunday, said he sees the hole where the Lee statue once stood, between likenesses of Thomas Jefferson and Poet Sidney Lanier, as a way to welcome deep conversations. He said: “An opening recognizes the truth, acknowledges the truth, but also it’s an opening perhaps for working towards healing and something better and a mutual understanding between each other.” 

Duke University is creating a commission to advise on how to memorialize individuals on the Duke Campus.

Luke Powery is Dean of Duke Chapel.


Luke makes us all think… “A hole perhaps for working towards healing and something better and a mutual understanding between each other.” Duke is my Alma Mater. I graduated with a four-year Master’s in Divinity Degree way back in 1985. I dearly love this place and admire its progressive thinking and actions, its academic integrity and never-flagging search for truth. I am from the South, grew up in the South, but I have never been hung up on the Civil War – except to recognize that brothers fought and killed one another… families were literally torn apart by this war which was in no way civil. As we can see, the wounds on both sides are still open and somewhat raw. Loud voices and clubs only serve to dig at those raw wounds and make them hurt all the more.

I thank my school, Duke University, for recognizing the need to step in a take control of the situation before someone or some irreplaceable relics of the past are harmed any further. I hope that other schools and municipalities will take a lesson from the wise counsel of the leaders at Duke.

Grace and Peace

Steve

PS: Duke leaders… don’t be too quick to replace that statue – fill that hole – with any statue. Do a lot of research, conversation, discussion and debate before you do. Whose likeness you put there may defeat all your wisdom of the moment.

 

This Is Some Spicey Meetball….


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Hi Guys. Boy have I got some doozies tonight. I have long questioned why Olive Garden Spaghetti blows your diet out of the ocean… big time calories… big time sodium. It just messes you up. I have questioned the sodium content at around 4000 mg. My wife, Shirley makes this marvellous homemade spaghetti and uses “No salt added” tomato paste, diced tomatoes and sauce If that is the case, how do we get from a very low sodium going in to a high concentration coming out???

I can’t figure it out, can you? So, I did some figuring. You will see some of my calculations in the chart below. It is still out of this world. Here is what I did – right or wrong – this is the gospel for me….

I took the nutritional values of each ingredient and reduced it to 1 oz. After that I multiplied each value by 8 to get it back to a cup. Therefore, we will use a cup as the measuring standard for all our values. One problem is the difference between the measurement of dry and cooked spaghetti. I searched the old truthful, trustworthy internet and found a website (about nutrition) and this lady said the 2 oz measure of dry spaghetti is equivalent to 1 cup of cooked. Okay, that helped to settle that question. So, I pulled the spaghetti out of the figure to be multiplied by 8 and added it back in on the bottom calculation.

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Even with that, 1 cup of spaghetti with meat sauce gives you a whopping 2040 calories and 860 mg of sodium. Why aren’t our Italian friends bigger than barns? They love pasta, and so do I. We even use ground serloin that is 90/10 lean and fat.

I feel like I am missing something. My one question (other question) is how do you treat the facts and figures when the volume of the can added to the mix is less than a cup? I don’t think I am correct in reducing it to 1 oz and then multiplying those ingredient fact by 8?

Any of you math folks or nutritional persons out there want to take a swing at this curve ball? I sure would love to get the correct answer. Lord knows, I am swinging and missing.

Faith works like that some times. We get ourselves into an impossible situation… one we can’t quite figure out. We work and work and work and work some more… only to end up throwing our hands in the air in disgust. “I just can’t do this” we say. And we throw in the towel and just give in. I experienced the same thing working with Ancestry… I’ve got some folks – my great-grandfather for one – I can’t move beyond. Even their own children didn’t put my great-grandfather’s parent’s names on their death certificate. Come on folks… give me a break… what are you hiding? Shirley’s mother was sewing a red velvet dress for her. Her mother would get fed up and throw it in the corner for a while, come back to it later and get some things worked out. She did finish it and Shirley wore it to a party.

I am throwing this in your court tonight, hoping that you know how to do this and are willing to share that information with me. If so, PLEASE respond. Soon I will be eating the spaghetti box.

In faith, we all have a Helper and a Friend to guide us when we are on the stormy seas. One touch of His gentle hand and we find the strength and grace to go on. Turn to Him in your times of trouble.

Grace and Peace

Steve


PS – I am working on my book – soon to be released – KILL POTUS. Isn’t that a preacherly title? Working on that means I have less time for the blogs. I will continue to do as much as I can on each. Keep watching my author’s page for the latest news on the book.


 

Lost in the Grocery Store


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As most of you know, I am on a low everything diet… sodium and calories in particular. My schedule has been to consume less that 2 grams a day of sodium and less than 1500 calories per day. With that said, and even with losing a good deal of weight, I find that I am still retaining fluid. So, my doc reduced my sodium intake to 1 gram a day and calories to 1,200 a day.

I decided that I was going to go to that grocery store and take the bull by the horns. Well, I thin it turned out to be less bull by the horns and more the running of the bulls. I am pleased to announce that Del Monte has some little cans of NO SALT ADDED corn, green beans and sweet peas. Thank you Del Monte.

I have been eating Cheerios because of its low sodium content. I am on the cereal aisle looking at every box. Man, this stuff seems to be made out of salt. My cherrios has 240mg of sodium for one serving. I was looking for ways to cut back. It so happened that I ran across and old, old-time cereal – Post Mini Wheats – which has NO sodium at all. Thank you POST.

I have been eating a lot of pork chops or tenderloin and chicken fillets. I wanted to find pork and chicken with low sodium. I go to the wrong place… the deli counter and talk with the lady back there… telling her that I wanted a half pound of chicken and port tenderloins cut into 2 oz slices. I made sure she understood LOW SODIUM. She was very friendly… seemed very knowledgable about her job. She handed me the two little packets. I look at them and ask “How will I know how much sodium is in each of these?” She comes around to the front of the counter, opens the glass, pulls out the chicken or pork from which she was cutting my slices, looks at me in an assuring way and says 450mgs per 2 ozs. Folks – 450mgs of sodium is not low sodium when you are limited to 1000mgs. I place these useless (to me) packets in the cart and we move on.

Have you ever looked at the sodium content of bread? The norm runs from 70mg to 250mg per slice. Some of the wheat bread you think is good for you is not. especially the bread that says it is healthy is not for me. I am staying with Nature’s Own Butterbread which has 70mg of sodium per slice.

Hot dogs are an absolute no no, with 400mg per Frankfurter. Hamburger patties has 450 per patty. We found some frozen ones in the meat section that had 95 mg. We put them in the basket. Checking out other meats, I ran across some hamburger (Lean 80%) in the package that was 45mg of sodium. SOLD.

I figured out that in a grocery store I am in a foreign country. I don’t know the language nor the lay of the land. When we got to the car I was exhausted. Now I understand why it takes Shirley so long to go to the store. I will keep on investigating how to create menus and meal plans that will keep me meeting my goals.

Do you ever get frustrated with your faith… your understanding if faith? Do you ever feel like you are in a foreign land unable to understand the language or know where to go. a while back there was the discovery of a term known as “Resident Aliens.”

Resident Aliens: Life in the Christian Colony is a 1989 book authored by theologians Stanley Hauerwas and William Willimon. The book discusses the nature of the church and its relationship to surrounding culture. It argues that churches should focus on developing Christian life and community rather than attempting to reform secular culture. Hauerwas and Willimon reject the idea that America or any other country is a Christian nation, instead believing that Christians should see themselves as “residents aliens” in a foreign land, using the metaphor of a colony to describe the church. Instead of conforming the world to the gospel or the gospel to the world, they believe that Christians should focus on conforming to the gospel themselves.

Hauerwas and Willimon proceed to discuss ethics and the relationship between Christianity and politics, critiquing the notion that Christians, or the church as a whole, should attempt to transform secular governments or get overly involved in politics in an attempt to change society. Instead, the role of Christians is to live lives which model the love of Christ. Rather than trying to convince others to change their ethics or redefine their ethics, Christians should model a new set of ethics which are grounded in the life, death, and resurrection of Christ. Churches, therefore, should be places which help cultivate and grow disciples.

Perhaps I am to not seek to change the grocery store but live a healthy life myself in the midst of the grocery store. And it is also true about our faith, as well. My job is not to spend my life changing the grocery store but live healthy and just perhaps the grocery store will see it and seek to become healthy in itself.

In Christian terms… model Christ… a new set of ethics based on the life, death and resurrection of Christ.

Be healthy alien…

Grace and Peace

Steve

 

Jesus, Bigotry, and the Canaanite Woman


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Tonight I have borrowed the idea of Christian Platt’s 2011 blog about this Canaanite woman and how Jesus treated her. He has some good things to think about.



One of the biggest barriers to helpful, healthy conversation about the Christian faith seems to revolve around fear. And there so is enough of that going on these days. What if I don’t know something I should and others find out? What if I ask a question that makes me look stupid, unfaithful or even heretical? So instead we wander through our lives of faith, wondering about an awful lot but asking very little.

This isn’t my understanding of the faith we’re called to live out. After all, if your beliefs can’t stand up to rigorous questioning, dialogue and debate, what good are they? Have they ever become your own beliefs… where you know why you believe what you believe. Ever asks that question of your own beliefs… Why do I believe this? Why do I not believe that? It has to be more than that is what the preacher said, my parents said, my spouse said. What do you say?

A woman in Mark 7:25-30 and Matthew 15:21-28 asks Jesus to heal her daughter, but his first response is to deny her help and call her a dog. Isn’t this a cruel, and pretty un-Christ-like, response?

Several folks from different backgrounds to offer their responses to this question:

David Lose, professor at Luther Seminary and author of “Making Sense of the Christian Faith,” writes,

There are two options most readers flee to when trying to make sense of Jesus’ interaction with this Gentile woman. Either Jesus didn’t really mean it (supposedly, the Greek word translated as ‘dog’ was a term of endearment, as in ‘little dog’ or ‘puppy’) or he was testing her faith. Both options are, I think, bogus.

But most Christians opt for one of these interpretations anyway because they can’t imagine a third option: that Jesus was being a jerk. Could it be that Jesus’ mission has gone and ventured ahead of his inherited attitudes? Might it be that the Spirit that drove him into the wilderness is now driving him across barriers, social and ethnic as well as geographical? If so, then perhaps Jesus learns something this day.

If so, then let us give thanks for fierce mothers and pushy women, for we who are also Gentiles have much for which to be thankful.

We usually experience a lot of pushback from people unwilling to accept, first, that Jesus could have been a little bit rude, and second, that he could learn or change because of someone else’s faithfulness. Though for some, Jesus needs to remain pristine and strangely omniscient (if not psychic) at all times, I actually find more to embrace in his more human moments.

Not all of the respondents to this questions share this perspective, however, which makes the conversation that much more interesting.

Professor of Philosophy and Theology Keelan Downton is from the camp that believes Jesus was actually in on the setup from the beginning, offering the uncomfortable exchange as an object lesson for his Jewish companions.

There’s an Irish phrase, ‘winding you up,’ which describes someone exaggerating (or just making up) a story in order to evoke a strong emotive response from someone else.
I’ve often wondered if Jesus is up to something like that when he renames the most unpredictable disciple, Peter, ‘Rock.’

When this woman persists in seeking help from Jesus he’s not cracking jokes, but he is doing something similar that makes a point by walking around the edge rather than addressing it directly. The story is present to contradict anyone who wished to restrict the gospel proclamation to Israel…

Peter J. Walker points out our tendency to create Jesus in our own image, which is helpful in considering this particular text and how we interpret it.

Many conservatives want a hawk who turns over tables and wages holy war, while liberals want an eco-friendly dove who will leave that poor fig tree in Mark 11 alone! Undeniably, there is a controversial character to Jesus’ mission that frustrates our attempts to reconcile him as lion or lamb, soldier or hippie.

But what if we don’t even try to justify Jesus’ actions by shaping him to fit our agendas? I don’t think it’s necessary or even ethical to defend words that seem so blatantly unkind. Jesus probably doesn’t need our protection. The Canaanite woman probably does.

Peter’s final statement resonates in a way that is both profound and disquieting. Though we spend much of our time and energy trying to justify, defend or explain Jesus’ actions, maybe we’re missing the point. The one who really needs our support, empathy and compassion is the woman being brushed aside. But how many of us jump to Jesus’ side first instead?

Of course we will never know whether Jesus’ intentions were pure, or if he succumbed to a very human moment of intolerance. But the fact remains that we, like Jesus, should be challenged to reach beyond whatever lines we’ve drawn around our faith and the justice it claims to include those beyond the boundary.

We all have our own Canaanite women, and we’ve all been in Jesus’ position. How we respond to this story tells us less about Jesus than it does about ourselves.

Grace and Peace

Steve