The crumbs of Love
In a book that tells the story of a mother whose child has suffered a devastating brain injury, Nia Wyn, writes this: ‘As we pass the running children who hold up their heads so easily, I realise miracles are so common place we barely recognise them anymore, and near the circles of mothers anxiously comparing milestones at the school gates, I see how we live in a time where normal is never enough, and we are never full.’ (Blue Sky July, 2007). The woman in the gospel reading is deeply concerned about her sick daughter. She comes to Jesus for help, for healing. Falling at his feet, she begs. There is a strange exchange between her and Jesus, but perhaps he is just testing her appetite. She is happy with scraps that fall from the table. She needs a miracle, she wants what is normal – for her child to be well again. She doesn’t seek to be filled with a gluttony of gifts, doesn’t demand more than she needs. This is enough for Jesus. He recognises, acknowledges, sympathises with her simple need. “For saying this,” said Jesus, “you may go home happy.” “I realise miracles are so common place,” said Nia Wyn, “we barely recognise them anymore.” Today, may we seek the small scraps of beauty, the crumbs of love, the specks of grace which fall from the table of the Lord.
God our Father, help us to recognise the beauty of the world around us, and the love that you have placed deep in our hearts, that we may discover true happiness which is life with you and for you. Through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.