Potentially Problematic: Foreign (Mark 7:24-37)

 Ordinary Time

Jesus left that place and went into the region of Tyre. He didn’t want anyone to know that he had entered a house, but he couldn’t hide. 25 In fact, a woman whose young daughter was possessed by an unclean spirit heard about him right away. She came and fell at his feet. 26 The woman was Greek, Syrophoenician by birth. She begged Jesus to throw the demon out of her daughter. 27 He responded, “The children have to be fed first. It isn’t right to take the children’s bread and toss it to the dogs.”

28 But she answered, “Lord, even the dogs under the table eat the children’s crumbs.”

29 “Good answer!” he said. “Go on home. The demon has already left your daughter.” 30 When she returned to her house, she found the child lying on the bed and the demon gone.

31 After leaving the region of Tyre, Jesus went through Sidon toward the Galilee Sea through the region of the Ten Cities. 32 Some people brought to him a man who was deaf and could hardly speak, and they begged him to place his hand on the man for healing. 33 Jesus took him away from the crowd by himself and put his fingers in the man’s ears. Then he spit and touched the man’s tongue. 34 Looking into heaven, Jesus sighed deeply and said, “Ephphatha,” which means, “Open up.” 35 At once, his ears opened, his twisted tongue was released, and he began to speak clearly.

36 Jesus gave the people strict orders not to tell anyone. But the more he tried to silence them, the more eagerly they shared the news. 37 People were overcome with wonder, saying, “He does everything well! He even makes the deaf to hear and gives speech to those who can’t speak.” (CEB)

            Some days are just too much.

          In the first 23 verses of this chapter of Mark, we get yet another confrontation with the Pharisees.  They had seen some of Jesus’ disciples eating without ritualistically purifying their hands first and had cried foul—literally.  It escalated as the Pharisees followed Jesus into the public square and called Him out on not living by the rules of their culture.  Jesus replied with yet another teaching, yet another unpacking of the Scripture they all knew, and said, “Listen to me, all of you, and understand. 15 Nothing outside of a person can enter and contaminate a person in God’s sight; rather, the things that come out of a person contaminate the person.”[1]

          Leaving that confrontation, Jesus went to a house where His disciples were, a place where He could breathe—and immediately His disciples were asking Him the same questions as the Pharisees. 

          It was too much.

          Our section today begins with the fact that “Jesus left that place and went into the region of Tyre. He didn’t want anyone to know that he had entered a house.”  It was, in a way, flight; flight from the Pharisees, from His disciples who never seemed to understand, from the crowds of people seeking healing of all kinds, from the life of being Jesus.  Just a moment of peace.

          But it was not to last.

          “In fact, a woman whose young daughter was possessed by an unclean spirit heard about him right away.  She came and fell at his feet.”

          This is one of the very important Gospel texts that reminds us of our Christian belief that yes, Jesus was fully God—and Jesus was 100% human.  He was human enough to have grown up with racial prejudices and cultural expectations; He was human enough to be frustrated with people who didn’t hear Him, or didn’t listen; and He was human enough to snap at a woman who was one thing too many.

          “The children have to be fed first. It isn’t right to take the children’s bread and toss it to the dogs.”

          It is a thing of wonder that it is this person who comes to fall at Jesus’ feet.  She was in every way someone He was trained to see as less:  she was a woman, she was a Gentile, she was seeking Him out when He wanted to be alone—and when He actually was alone, so it was culturally inappropriate for the two of them to be together.  She is inescapably unclean, and she is begging for a daughter whose demon-possessed state made her unclean, too, and it is so very human of Jesus that He snaps at her, likening her to a dog.  Never mind that He had just told both the Pharisees and His own disciples that it was never anything external that could make someone unclean, unworthy; never mind that being possessed by a demon was something He had already healed in fellow Jews; never mind that this was a mother pleading for the safety of her child, a thing universal in human cultures and so painfully close to the heart of God.  This very human Jesus saw only an imposition and lashed out at this Greek woman, this dog.

          Because this is an English translation, we may be tempted to see this as a tame insult, but it was not.  Rev. Todd Weir reminds us that, “Jews considered dogs to be scavengers and unclean animals.  Every reference to dogs in the Bible is negative”.[2]  This is Jesus’ upbringing coming hard to bear, seeing not a person in need but an outsider, a foreigner, an annoyance in His space.  “How dare you ask for My time, you who are no better than a dog.”

          It is one of the strongest moments in the gospels that she says, “Fine, but even dogs get scraps.”  Aside from the fact that I love her quick wit, this passage is a forceful reminder that all creatures, all creatures are worthy of the barest level of care simply by virtue of being alive as creations of God.  And in her refusal to be dismissed, in her understanding that whatever name gets thrown at her there is still the matter of her daughter, the woman gets through.  She makes Jesus see past His tiredness, His frustration, His prejudice, and Jesus gets it—gets it so fiercely that He almost thanks her for the rebuttal with His response; “Good answer!” 

There are some who see this as Jesus having tested the woman, but why?  She had already done the work of seeking Him out.  I prefer to think that He is surprised enough to listen, He Who has ears to hear, and understand that this need is real no matter what He might think of the person asking it.  Jesus long-distance heals her daughter, and then, having learned, He leaves that house to go even deeper into Gentile territory.  When He is brought another unclean person, another outsider to a culture that did not understand those who were deaf and mute, He doesn’t flinch.[3]  He heals the man as the man’s friend has asked.

          “The expansiveness of God’s love, God’s healing, God’s grace will not be limited by any location, any laws,” writes Professor Karoline Lewis.  “It will not be diminished by any creed or decree. It will not be regulated by the many reasons we come up with as to why God could not possibly be God.”

          Last week, the Biden administration announced plans to receive 50,000 refugees from Afghanistan as the Taliban take over the governmental structure.[4]  This is a cup of water in an ocean of need; the International Rescue Committee estimates that there are 18.4 million people in need of humanitarian aid in Afghanistan.[5]  After twenty years of our war ravaging their lands, the Afghan people need our help and some need our protection.

Yet, as with any time we consider refugees here in the United States, there has been uproar about who is allowed here, about whether they will bring danger with them, about what kind of room our land or our economy or our hearts have for these foreigners.  It is amazing that many of the voices shouting the loudest against refugee resettlement claim Christianity, this faith that follows a Palestinian man Who spent His early childhood as a refugee in Egypt.  Christian author Stephen Mattson pointed out on Tumblr, “American Christianity has become so misguided that saying ‘Jesus loves immigrants and refugees’ is interpreted as partisan rhetoric rather than divine truth.”[6]

“The children have to be fed first.”  The idea that we in the United States do not have enough, especially for the people running from the very situation our nation helped create, is not only absurd but dangerously cruel.  We, too, must be reminded that “even the dogs under the table eat the children’s scraps.”  If we cannot do the bare minimum of offering safety and respite; if we are going to get caught up in the fear of scarcity that forces us to prioritize people as though God sees any of us as more worthy than another, we must ask ourselves how we have stepped so far away from Christ’s example.  We who claim the name Christian must be the first to say that all are welcome in the Kingdom without end because it is our Christ Who showed us that no one is too foreign or too much of an outsider for the hope of health, for the promise of security, for the grace of God’s love. 

We cannot, of course, single-handedly change international foreign policy, but waiting until someone else picks up the thread is not faithful.  My friend Casey, who is a very wise human, said to me, “Christianity is such an activism religion…Taking responsibility for the actions of a government we elect…[is] making sure people are aware and are supporting policies and attitudes that embrace a modicum of responsibility.”[7] 

“Good answer,” said Jesus, validating the woman who dared everything to find healing for her daughter.  What shall our answer be?  Perhaps it is the donation of money to something like the United Methodist Committee on Relief—UMCOR—which has been in partnership with Global Ministries to help strengthen Afghan communities since the 1960s; you can donate online at UMCMission.org.[8]  Perhaps it is assembling hygiene kits for Church World Service for people caught in the in-between spaces as refugees.[9]  Perhaps it is learning more about the causes of the forty years of strife and our own twenty-year battle on Afghan soil, stepping past the idea that wars are someone else’s problem and tapping into the rich history of the country.  Perhaps it is mindful prayer that pours blessing on the frightened and the wounded as they grapple with a nation in turmoil.  Perhaps it is writing to a Congress or Senate representative and holding our leaders to the representation of our Mother of Exiles, the Statue of Liberty that asks the world, “Give me your tired, your poor, / Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free”.[10]

What a terrifically Christian sentiment, that.  And we remember it all the more today, on a day in which we take communion together in all the miraculous oddity of this sacrament.  This is a table to which we invite everyone and bar no one; this is a table that we do not set but at which God makes room for all who come seeking Him.  This is a table where there is no concept of dogs sent away but of welcoming all of creation to the unity of Body and blood, following the example again of Jesus the Christ Who ate with the ones who would betray Him and washed their feet with love.

Ephphatha; open up your mouths to tell of the good news that all are welcome, that none are too foreign for God’s grace.  Open up your ears to hear the stories of all God’s children speaking of the ways God moves throughout the world, on our shores and far beyond.  Open up your hearts to the good answer that love is given freely, given without fear or reservation or membership cards.  Church, let us open up that we, too, may hear that our response is a good answer.  Amen.

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