THE FALLEN CRUMBS

HH, Sir Godfrey Gregg D.Div

“First let the children eat all they want,” He told her, “for it is not right to take the children’s bread and toss it to their dogs.”
“Yes, Lord,” she replied, “but even the dogs under the table eat the children’s crumbs!” Mark 7:27-28

If the Syrophenician mother had great difficulties — she had rich encouragement too.

There were the home love and the home sorrow urging her forward. Her daughter, as dear to her as her own soul — nay, far more precious than anything she called her own — her life, her home, her hope — were in the sorest distress.

Just so, is not trouble thrice blessed to me — if it compels me to lay fast hold on Jesus? As grievous as troubles may be — they are doing gracious work when they drive me to His blessed feet!

There were hopes kindled by Christ’s looks and tones, even when He seemed most opposed to her. He spoke of dogs, and it sounds like a harsh and untender saying. Yes, but it was of the little pet dogs of the household — and not of the gaunt and homeless dogs of the street.

Trending

LONG-SUFFERING

Behind the apparent unwillingness to yield to my cry — what love for me throbs and burns in His boundlessly compassionate heart!

And there was the inward working of the Spirit of grace and supplication, enabling her to endure to the end.

I too may have that helpful, patient, inspiring, quickening Holy Spirit. Unseen and noiseless, He fulfils His work in me — lifting me above every hindrance, keeping me at the throne of grace — until the King, yielding to the persistency He has been feeding all the while, shall say: “Be it unto you even as you will.”

Thus my prayers become effectual and fervent.

With my urgent need behind,
with my tender Savior above,
with my Paraclete and “taintless Pleader” within —
I carry away as a conqueror, the benefactions of my Lord!

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