Looking into the afternoon sunlight she spotted Jesus.
With joyful relief, tears filled her eyes. A large crowd surrounded him.
She wondered, How will I ever get to Jesus? Would her journey to see Jesus come to nothing and leave her daughter unchanged?
She wiped her cheeks and stepped forward, determined. Down the hill, she hiked toward Jesus.
From the distance, her eyes locked onto Jesus. He looked ordinary and dressed simply.
She approached the crowd. Suddenly the crowd seemed momentarily distracted. She saw her chance. An opening opened like the story of the Hebrews crossing the Red Sea. She ran forward. She slowed as she neared him. And then she called out, “Have mercy Master, my daughter is being brutalized by an evil spirit!”
Jesus turned, his eyes examined her eyes, but he said nothing.
Someone near her tried to hush her, “Can’t you see, everyone here has a need? Wait your turn.”
While she was being rebuked by the woman she overheard the talk of those close to Jesus. “She’s a Canaanite, shall we tell her to leave?”
Someone pushed her away. She fixed her eyes on Jesus.
Then Jesus spoke to her, “I came to help God’s lost people, not foreigners.”
She lunged forward and bowed in the dust at Jesus’ feet. She begged again, “Lord help me!”
“It isn’t right for me to take the children’s bread and give it to the dogs,” he said.
Quickly she replied, “Yes Lord, but even dogs are permitted the crumbs that fall from their Master’s table.”
Jesus glanced at his disciples, the crowd, and back at her. He smiled and said, “Your faith is great. Your wish has come true.”
Back home resting in bed she felt her husband’s arm hug her tightly.
On the other side of the curtain, she heard their daughter quietly hum praise to God.
Freedom came because she journeyed to see Jesus.
(Based on Matthew 15: 21-28).