Family Poem by Erynne DeVore - Matthew 15: (10-20); 21-28

Helping hands clip art

When I hear this story

I feel some resistance

It is a story of a woman with persistence

She asks for Jesus’ help more than once

She must have felt frustrated, is my hunch

She had a sick daughter

Who she’d help, through heck or high water

She had faith, and once Jesus saw that

He healed her daughter, right off the bat

But not before she was tested

It felt like she was being vested

I am so confused, I think to myself

I thought Jesus would right away help her Himself

Maybe he thought she was asking for food

Which wasn’t important, in his attitude

He taught us earlier on

That what comes from our hearts

Is what we should dwell upon

Not what we eat for lunch or dinner

It’s what is in our hearts and words that make us a winner

But this story makes me think

Why didn’t Jesus help them as quick as a wink?

Why do we have to ask and ask

To get God’s help with such a task?

The answer is, I don’t know

And I don’t like how not knowing makes my brain grow

Maybe it’s for a reason we don’t understand

Or so God can surprise us with something grand

But very often it seems

The answers make less sense than some of our wildest dreams

And we have to accept

that things might not change, even if we wept

I don’t like that, and you don’t have to either

It’s ok to feel frustrated and need a breather

We see that Jesus helped the woman, determined and faithful

So lets learn from her, even when we’re feeling bashful

We can ask for help

Sometimes with a yelp

Because God knows our hearts

That’s where God puts the wisdom that God imparts.

Erynne DeVore is director of Children’s MInistry for St. John UMC.