Pentecost 10 – August 17th, 2014
Redeemer
Lutheran, HBSeries A, Proper 15: Isaiah 56:1-2, 6-8; Romans 11; Matthew 15:21-28
The disciples, who are supposed to assist Jesus in
showing mercy to others, are embarrassed. Either they’re embarrassed for the
woman because she is annoying and needs to be sent away, or embarrassed by
Jesus because he isn’t living up to their messianic expectations.
Jesus, an Israelite, is beyond the borders of
Galilee. A Jewish rabbi is going out to spend time in Gentile territory, to
seek out Gentiles and save them just as Isaiah prophesied while the Pharisees
are still having a food fight about what defiles a person. The Pharisees blinded
themselves to Jesus. And who is it that sees? In Matthew 15 it’s a woman.
She’s a Canaanite. Canaanites were Gentiles,
idolaters, enemies of Israel and God. She knows all this. She knows a Canaanite
woman has no business talking to a Jewish rabbi. But she has nowhere else to
go, no one else to turn to. She’s desperate. Her daughter has a demon. And
though she may not be able to articulate why or how, she knows Jesus can help. She’s
heard the strange accounts of healing and miracles. So she comes with all
boldness and confidence.
“Have mercy
on me, O Lord, Son of David...”These are strange words coming from the lips of a Canaanite. “Son of David” is Israelite talk. This is the language of the faithful expecting the promised Messiah. She has no right to address Jesus this way.
But isn’t that how it is for us? That we – who have
no right to claim any favor from God; God gives us the right to be called sons of
God. That’s the promise of Holy Baptism. We were gentiles, idolaters, and
enemies of God by birth and deed. And God throws you into the water, cleanses,
and gives you a new identity. We’re transformed and given the faith of Abraham.
That is how we pray Our Father in all
boldness and confidence as dear children ask their dear father.
And though she has no right to do so, the
Canaanite woman prays the same way.
“Have
mercy on me, O Lord, Son of David; my daughter is severely oppressed by a
demon.”
We’re not told how the demon came to oppress her
daughter and torment her house. Could’ve been years of false worship to a false
god. False teaching invites demons. But one way or another, her house had
become a beachhead for demons.
It’s a word of caution. As Jesus warned the
Pharisees and disciples earlier in chapter 15, we’re defiled by the evil
thoughts, murder, adultery, sexual immorality, theft, false witness, and
slander that come out of our sinful heart. Sin is more than a flesh wound; it’s
deadly and specific: gossiping about our fellow members, coveting our neighbor,
pornography, drunkenness, even those little grudges we all have. Repent: do not
return like a dog to its vomit. Keep watch. And pray: Lord, have mercy.
And what is Jesus’ reaction to this Canaanite
woman’s petition? Silence. Perhaps that’s why the disciples ask him to do
something. “Give her what she wants and send her away, Lord.” Problem is we’re
not told why he’s silent. Just as we’re not told why our prayers seem to be met
with silence at times. There’s no use in psychoanalyzing Jesus or trying to say
more than the text says. Jesus is silent. But don’t take Jesus’ silence as his
absence. Look what his silence reveals.
Jesus’ silence reveals his disciples’ embarrassment.
Either they’re embarrassed for the woman’s
sake and want her quickly dealt with and sent away. She’s a bother, a nuisance,
and don’t forget, a Gentile. Or they’re embarrassed by Jesus himself; he’s not
acting the way they think a good little Messiah should act.
Jesus’ silence reveals something deeper in the
woman. She is persistent. She does not leave. Even as Jesus breaks his silence
saying:
I was sent
only to the lost sheep of the house of Israel. She is a Canaanite
Yet this woman will not give up. Like Jacob she
wrestles with God and will not let Christ go without a blessing. She will not
take Jesus’ silence for an answer. She comes closer to Jesus. She falls at his
feet. She touches her face to the dirt. She is humble. She worships Jesus as a lowly
beggar before the great king. Now she drops all pretenses, loses the “Son of
David” Israelite accent, and speaks out of her brokenness.
Lord, help
me.
We pray the
same way. O Lord, I am a sinner. I am a beggar. Apart from you I have no good
thing. Lord, help me.
And Jesus
answered, “It is not right to take the children's bread and throw it
to the dogs.”
There’s no way to soften these words. Jesus’
words are plain and blunt. It was no nicer to call someone a dog in the first
century than it is today. Maybe it’s dangerous to ask Jesus to speak because he
might say what we don’t want to hear from him: the truth.
But even more shocking than the truth is that
the woman agrees.
Yes, Lord,
yet even the dogs eat the crumbs that fall from their masters' table.
Yes, Lord. I am a dog. Yes, Lord. I am a beggar.
Yes, Lord; I am a sinner. You’re right about me. She sees her own unworthiness. And
yet she sees in Jesus something which she can cling to.
“Yes, Lord, yet even the dogs eat the crumbs
that fall from their masters’ table!” (Matthew 15:27). Yes, Lord, even Rahab,
the Canaanite, Rahab the prostitute, that Gentile dog, turned to the Lord for
mercy and found it. Isn’t that Canaanite, Rahab, your own
great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother? Yes, Lord, dogs don’t
deserve to sit at the table with Abraham’s sons. But wasn’t Naaman, the Syrian,
cleansed with water and healed, so others would know that a prophet was living
in Israel?
Yes, Lord. You’re right about me, Jesus. I am a
poor miserable, mangy mutt of a sinner. And yet He cleanses you from all sin. Your
Baptism is a divine flee bath, flooding all sin in you which you have inherited
from Adam and which you have committed since.
This Canaanite woman catches Christ with his own
word, and he is happy to be caught (Luther). She holds onto his words knowing
that God’s business is feeding his people. She does not want the children’s
bread. She wants food straight from the source, the Master of the Table, Jesus himself.
I would rather
be a doorkeeper in the house of the Lord than dwell in the tents of the wicked.
Better to be a dog in the house of the Lord than
to be a chew toy for demons.
The Canaanite woman was content to receive a
crumb. One crumb of God’s grace is more than enough for us. One crumb of Jesus’
mercy is more than enough to end the starvation of our sin and send the demons
running. But it is not enough for Jesus.
Jesus gives more than a crumb, to this Canaanite
woman and to you. He gives you himself. Jesus became the outsider and the dog
for you. He became sin and death for you. He died for idolaters and blasphemers
and sinners like you and me and that Canaanite woman. He died in humility in
order to raise you up and seat you at his table, not as dogs under the table or
even as children, but as his beloved bride.
Jesus feeds you with the best food, the bread of
life, his very own body. And the choicest wine: his blood shed for you. Where
we would settle for a crumb, Christ gives a feast.
“O woman, great
is your faith! Be it done for you as you desire.” And her daughter
was healed instantly.
By faith in Christ this woman is no longer a
dog. She is not lost. She is a member of new Israel, Christ’s holy bride:
spotless. Clean. Undefiled. Without blemish. Pure. Holy.
Jesus makes the same promise to you. You are no
longer dogs or Gentiles. The stain of your idolatry is wiped clean by his blood.
The defilement of our lusting, coveting, gossiping, sinful hearts is cleansed. Jesus
died for you. He became your sin so that you would be his bride. You are
spotless. Holy. Clean. Undefiled. Without blemish. Pure. Holy.
Rejoice! The demons are on the run. Sin and
death are defeated. Christ, your Master feeds you. You are at peace. Rejoice
with the Canaanite woman in the gift of great faith that clings to Jesus’
greater salvation for you.
In the Name of the Father and of the + Son and
of the Holy Spirit. Amen.
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