My beautiful daughter was being pulled apart.
Gifts were given to the healers and sacrifices to the gods.
The healers could do nothing.
My gods were deaf to my pleas.
Her clothes ripped to shreds, her filthy body half naked covered in bruises and scratches. Curses and foul language spewed constantly from her mouth.
I would not let them take her away.
I was despised – all said that I had brought this curse upon my family.
Sometimes when she slept I could see the child that I had given birth to, sometimes then I could gently wipe her face and even hold her….
Sometimes when she woke up I saw my child in her eyes, terrified of what she had become, pleading to me to make it better… and then the demon would awake, and my child was gone.
There was a rumour that a great healer had come to our area. A Jew named Jesus – I had heard of Him. Some said that he is the Messiah that the Jews had been waiting for, he spoke with great wisdom and healed the sick.
Could he heal my child?
Would he heal my child?
My kind are despised by the Jews. We are seen as little better than dogs … so why would he come here? Has he come to mock us or to heal us? I must go to see him, I will ask him to heal my child, I believe that he can cure her, he is my last hope.
Entering the house where he was speaking I could feel the spirit of God in that place. The words that he spoke were like nothing that I had ever heard before, none of our teachers or priests spoke such words. I forced my way through the crowd and cried.
“Have mercy on me, O Lord, Son of David! For my daughter is possessed by a demon that torments her severely.”
Jesus said nothing. His disciples urged him to send me away. “Tell her to go away,” they said. “She is bothering us with all her begging.”
Then Jesus looked at me and said, “I was sent only to help God’s lost sheep—the people of Israel.” Prostrating myself at his feet I begged him again to heal my child, “Lord, help me!” Jesus responded, “It isn’t right to take food from the children and throw it to the dogs.” “That’s true, Lord, but even dogs are allowed to eat the scraps that fall beneath their masters’ table.”
He looked at me, really looked into my eyes as he lifted me up to my feet and said “Dear woman, your faith is great. Your request is granted.” His hands were rough, a carpenter’s hands, but his face was that of the Lord. As I stood there time seemed to stop, his smile and the warmth of his eyes engulfed me. The moment was broken by a voice shouting at the door, “Come quickly, your daughter is healed, she is here with me asking for you.” She squeezed her way through as only young children can do through the legs of adults.
She threw herself at me all smiles and hugs and tears. How could I ever thank Jesus for this gift of my child?
I will follow him all of my days.
Matthew 15:22-28 (NLT)