Tag: canaanite woman

Daily Practice for September 23, 2016

Daily Practice for September 23, 2016

Word:  A friend of mine said on Facebook yesterday, "This Saturday I get to speak at a church about how we can help the next generation of white americans not to sit in silence or make excuses for the brutality shown to my people. I fear that this generation is lost. They offer kind words and messages of support but refuse to take any action that requires even the smallest of risk. I am rapidly losing hope in white culture's ability to care about anything besides its self." ... I'd like to bump this up against the story in the Bible of the Canaanite woman. This woman follows after Jesus in the Bible asking for healing for her daughter. She is told to go away. To shut up. Be quiet. That Jesus wasn't there to help out dogs. She counters that even dogs get to eat the crumbs under the t

justice

Christianity, Poetry, Religion, Scripture, Spirituality
the daughter of the discarded canaanite woman was named justice. when justice lay on her bed half crazed from demons or schizophrenia or whatever unnamed disorder that bedeviled her she was all that was wrong with the world. a separation of the haves and have-nots.  those who have access to healthcare healers and those who must die alone and destitute. justice reached and crossed boundaries. her spirit floated through the wooded path alongside her mother as they desperately sought the one who could heal and put her fractured psyche back together. justice became a jumble of screams as nails on a chalkboard incessant bees buzzing sulphur burning and constant drip-drip-dripping clamored intently intensely inside her skull. time was running out. her mother ran searching and seeking tree