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A Foreign Neighbor’s Faith

“A Foreign Neighbor’s Faith”

Matthew 15:21-28 (15:28) – July 27, 2025

When I worked as a hospital chaplain at Swedish Covenant Hospital (now called Swedish Hospital), more than 10 years ago, one of the points of working there highlighted was the multi-cultural setting of that hospital and that neighborhood. The ZIP code that Swedish is in is one of the most diverse in the country, in all kinds of ways. In terms of languages spoken, various countries of origin, differing faith traditions, and wide economic differences in that ZIP code alone make Swedish Hospital a unique place to work, of great cultural diversity.

In our Scripture reading today, the Rabbi Jesus traveled up north of the Sea of Galilee, on the border of Palestine. It was in an area called the Decapolis, the Ten Cities, which also was a multi-cultural crossing point. Perhaps not as widely diverse as the ZIP code around Swedish Hospital, but with a number of diverse cultures, faith traditions, and languages spoken.

Our Gospel writer Matthew was quite particular about how he presented the information in his Gospel, which was written specifically for a Jewish audience. Let us look at how Matthew begins this vignette in the life of the Rabbi Jesus. “Jesus withdrew to the region of Tyre and Sidon. 22 A Canaanite woman from that vicinity came to him, crying out, ‘Lord, Son of David, have mercy on me! My daughter is demon-possessed and suffering terribly.’”

We learn a lot from these two sentences! Matthew wants his readers to know where the Rabbi Jesus had gone – into the area of the Decapolis, on the border of Israel – and that this woman who came to Jesus for help is not Jewish, but instead is a Canaanite woman – what the Gospel writer Mark in his parallel account calls a Syro-Phoenician woman.

The Canaanites were hated by the Jews, and were among those the Jews termed “Gentiles,” since they were polytheists and prayed to various gods like Baal and Asherah.

Up until this point, Jesus had ministered to very few people who were not Jewish. So, here we are, in a cross-cultural situation. Here the spotlight shines on a woman who is not Jewish, asking Jesus for help. And, help not for her, but for her daughter, who is suffering terribly! This request is familiar territory for the Rabbi Jesus, certainly!  

I have mentioned the Rev. Janet Hunt before. She tells a heartfelt story, some of which I repeat here. “Mental illness carries all kinds of stigma today. I have known this since I was a child and we experienced it in our own family. Back then it was something whose name you whispered.  I’m not sure it is so very different now.  When I was young during that time during the prayers of the church where we stood in silence and remembered people in need, I would close my eyes shut tight and silently plead for Aunt Donna’s healing. It didn’t come.” [1]
            In the case of our Gospel narrative, we are not sure what is the matter with this daughter of the Canaanite woman. Certainly, it could well be mental illness! This was often seen as demon-possession in past centuries. Mental illness carried a huge stigma in the first century, just as now, in the twenty-first.

It is Jesus’s response that is surprising. Or rather, His non-response. “The disciples, obviously aggravated by her persistence, ask Jesus to deal with her request so that they can be on their way. Jesus then explains that his mission (under the authority of God) is to call out the faithful remnant of Israel. This doesn’t deny a future mission to the Gentiles, only that for the present, ‘salvation is from the Jews.’” [2]

The all-important point of this narrative comes from this mother, this neighbor from a different neighborhood. Our summer sermon series this summer is all about Fred Rogers. He met with a lot of different people from many, many different neighborhoods. Diverse cultures, and from foreign shores, or neighborhoods, too. As this Biblical narrative continues, the woman speaks to Jesus again. “The woman came and knelt before him. “Lord, help me!” she said.26 Jesus replied, “It is not right to take the children’s bread and toss it to the dogs.” 27 “Yes it is, Lord,” she said. “Even the dogs eat the crumbs that fall from their master’s table.”

28 Then Jesus said to her, “Woman, you have great faith! Your request is granted.” And her daughter was healed at that moment.

Did you hear? This woman from a different culture, from a different neighborhood, had great faith! Jesus acknowledges that, and her daughter is miraculously healed at that moment! It is marvelous that this faithful foreign woman – who knew that Jesus was the Chosen One of God, and called Jesus by the Messianic title “Son of David” – did indeed have great faith!

Except, where does that leave us today? What are we supposed to do with this narrative from Matthew’s Gospel? As commentator Karoline Lewis tells us, “A lot of how we talk about faith indeed ends up being about measurement. Life’s consequences are attributed to whether or not someone had enough faith, whatever the circumstance may be. “Just have faith!” Well, how much? It doesn’t seem like a little will do. And how do you get more? Are you stuck with what you have? Are we genetically disposed to a certain level of faith?” [3]

I sometimes wonder whether I would have had even half, even a quarter of the amount of faith this Canaanite woman had! I suspect that these are the kinds of issues about faith with which all of us struggle — and which we may likely hear in the Canaanite woman’s deep, heartbreaking request. “We wonder at the faith that is already working within her.  Even though she is a Gentile, somehow she sees Jesus as having come for her as well.[4]

At the same time, I do not want us to assume that because we do not have great faith that the Lord Jesus turns His back on us, or refuses to do anything for us at all. Which is what false teachers of the Gospel often tell their followers: “Oh, you did not receive that healing – or that answer to prayer – because you just didn’t have enough faith!”

No, Christianity is not a cheap marketplace, or a mercenary vending machine in the sky where we deposit our money and miracles and healings magically come forth. No, this Canaanite woman had faith in the Lord Jesus, the Messiah, the Son of David. She developed a relationship with Jesus. And, it all started with a mother’s willingness not only to speak, but to shout.  For the sake of love. For the sake of a much beloved daughter, desperately ill.

Our faith in God – your faith and mine – “lays claim on how you are in the world, how you choose to be, how [each of us] decide to live, in each specific moment of your life…. faith is not a fixed collection of beliefs but a state of being. Your faith is great, not because of what you do, but because of who you are.” [5]

Fred Rogers had a wide variety of diverse neighbors in Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood. These were both real neighbors in the real neighborhood, and the puppets and people of the Neighborhood of Make-Believe. They all interacted with one another with kindness and respect. Fred Rogers tells us, “As different as we are from one another, as unique as each one of us is, we are much more the same than we are different. That may be the most essential message of all, as we help our children grow toward being caring, compassionate, and charitable adults.” [6]

Yes, Jesus healed this daughter of a neighbor from a different neighborhood, a foreign neighborhood. As you and I travel through different neighborhoods in our lives, we can have the same openness, care and compassion that Jesus had. That Fred Rogers had.  

Be like Jesus. Be like Fred Rogers. Go into multicultural places with openness and respect, care and compassion. Go, do that.

(A big thank you to the online resources for Mr. Rogers Day – the Sunday nearest March 20th, Fred Rogers’ birthday. These resources come from the Presbyterian Church (USA). https://www.pcusastore.com/Content/Site119/Basics/13792MrRogersIG_00000154465.pdf )

@chaplaineliza

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[1] http://words.dancingwiththeword.com/2014/08/a-mothers-cry.html

[2] https://www.lectionarystudies.com/studyg/sunday20ag.html

[3] https://www.workingpreacher.org/dear-working-preacher/getting-great-faith

[4] http://words.dancingwiththeword.com/2014/08/a-mothers-cry.html

[5] https://www.workingpreacher.org/dear-working-preacher/getting-great-faith

[6] https://www.misterrogers.org/articles/he-helped-us-with-our-relationships-with-others/ 

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The Humility of the King

“The Humility of a King”

Matthew 21:1-10 – April 2, 2023 (March 20, 2005)

            Do you all have experiences of someone who is well-known? Someone whose name is on everybody’s lips? Someone who everybody is talking about? Whenever you hear the buzz, chances are it’s about that person. And when that well-known person, that person of greatness makes a big entrance, we know what to expect, don’t we? Well-known people are supposed to enter a city with pomp and ceremony: black limos, bands, waving, cheering crowds lining the streets, live coverage on television.

            That is just what we have here in the Gospel reading for today (minus the limousines and the television coverage). The name of Jesus was on just about everyone’s lips. Some people were glad He had come to Jerusalem, and some people were mad He had come, and some people weren’t sure what to think. But, I suspect almost everyone in Jerusalem that day had some sort of idea or opinion, one way or another.

            I bet a common question on people’s lips on that Sunday centuries ago was, “Who is this guy, anyway?” Let’s consider. The Rabbi Jesus had options. He could have quietly snuck into Jerusalem in the middle of the night, avoiding notice and controversy, and not making a fuss or bother. But that wouldn’t have been very kingly, would it?

            Jesus could have entered Jerusalem boldly and proudly, seated on a big white horse, like other triumphant generals or kings. A conquering king on a horse is the very image of war and forcing submission. But—that wouldn’t have struck quite the right note, not with everything we know about Jesus.

            What were people expecting? In other words, “Who is this guy, anyway?”

            At that time, the country of Israel in general, and the area surrounding Jerusalem in particular, was under enemy occupation. They were under the oppressive thumb of the Roman government, subdued by the Roman army, and had been in that position for many, many years. I know for a fact that around the time of Jesus, several people had proclaimed themselves “Messiahs”—meaning political leaders—for the purpose of overthrowing the Roman government and authority. So, this was not the first time this had been done. We can even see among Jesus’ disciples there was movement in this direction, and several of His disciples tried to persuade Jesus to be that powerful political leader.

            So, on that Palm Sunday, some people fully expected Jesus to make good on His claim to be Messiah—a claim to be a strong political leader, come to free the Israelite people from the tyranny of the Romans. True, Jesus had repeatedly proclaimed Himself the Messiah, the Anointed One of God. He used the title “Son of David” for Himself, which was a plain statement of His kingly claim, His claim to be Messiah. But with the Roman occupation and the messianic expectations of the day, a peaceful Messiah was not what anyone was expecting.

            Some people–I’m thinking of the Pharisees, the Sadducees, the scribes and other temple leaders—were  awfully uneasy about Jesus. For them, Jesus was their worst nightmare. This rogue rabbi from Nazareth was saying things that penetrated right to the heart. Usually it was right to the hearts of the religious leaders—in a negative way. And, those things Rabbi Jesus was saying did not make the religious leaders feel good about themselves at all. Which made them want to get rid of Jesus even more.

            But, wait a minute! Jesus had also consistently healed the sick, given sight to the blind made the lame walk, and preached God’s good news to the poor. What about that part of His ministry? He certainly appeared to many to be a mighty prophet of God, and lots and lots of people were following Him as a result. Jesus’ words and teaching had authority. Jesus’ person had great credibility. Jesus’ healing showed God’s mighty power, and people even called the works He did miracles! Many people expected great things out of Jesus as a result of this aspect of His ministry.

            Who is this guy, anyway?

            Jesus entered Jerusalem the way He did as a fulfillment of prophecy. He didn’t just do this because He felt like it. No. I believe He fully understood what was prophesied in Zechariah 9 and Isaiah 62. So, the Lord Jesus entered Jerusalem just as the prophets said He would, on a donkey, as a visible sign of His coming in peace. The donkey was the image of peace. And that was what Jesus was bringing. He came to bring peace to people’s hearts, not a popular uprising, and not war to the streets of Jerusalem.

            Yes, Jesus entered Jerusalem as a king, and what I’d like to emphasize, as a humble and peaceful king. Humility is brought out as an attribute of this Messiah, this Anointed One of God, in three places. First, in the prophecy from Zechariah; second, in our gospel text this morning in Matthew 21 (which is a quote from Zechariah); and third, in our epistle passage today from Philippians.

            Jesus not only entered Jerusalem as a king, but as a humble king. Jesus could have been mighty and powerful. Jesus could have entered Jerusalem at the head of a mighty army of angels, ready for war. But, NO. Jesus entered Jerusalem in humility. He humbled Himself.

            Humility gets a bum rap today. I can’t imagine big, burly sports stars regularly being humble. Or, look at Hollywood actors and actresses—the very opposite of humility! Or, think of our political leaders—can any of them be described as humble? Our Lord Jesus presents us with a very, very different picture of humility.

            Just by coming to this earth, being born as a baby in Bethlehem, putting Himself under the authority of His earthly parents, Mary and Joseph, Jesus showed us how much He humbled Himself. Jesus showed how much He cared for us. Jesus’ willingness to become human, to humble Himself, to become obedient, to the point of death–even death on a cross–this is love. This is obedience. This is humility.

            As our Lord Jesus—Messiah—Son of David—Lamb of God—Savior of the world—was seated on that donkey, He knew what was going to happen later that week. He knew about the arrest and the crucifixion. He knew that some of that crowd who cried “Hosanna!” on Palm Sunday morning would be screaming “Crucify Him!” on Good Friday morning. He had set His face and steeled His heart to go to Jerusalem, and on Palm Sunday morning, He was there. Jesus was preparing Himself to be obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross, one of the most horrible kinds of execution ever thought of by anyone, anywhere.

            So—the question of the morning—who is this guy?—is a question that needs to be answered in each and every person’s heart. The hearts of the people in Jerusalem were in turmoil. Are our hearts any different today?

            Who is Jesus, anyway? Is He a great Teacher? Is He a troublemaker? Is He a prophet of God? Is He the fulfillment of prophecy? Or . . . is He something much more?

            The one who embodied the peace of heaven died just outside a city that was AND is blind to peace. Yet that one who died—Jesus—Son of David—Savior of the world—came to be King of our hearts, not King of a small territory on the coast of the Mediterranean Sea. That one who died—Jesus—Messiah—Lamb of God—brings peace to all who trust in Him.

            Through all the pain and suffering of Holy Week, Jesus brings peace. Despite the horror of crucifixion, Jesus brings peace. Through the glorious resurrection of Easter Sunday, Jesus brings peace. I trusted Jesus to bring peace to my heart over thirty years ago, and I praise God for that peace and security, and for His presence always at my side.

            What about you? Have you trusted Jesus to bring peace to your heart? Trust Him today. And praise God that Jesus is King of our hearts, King of Kings, and Lord of Lords.

            Amen, and amen.

@chaplaineliza

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