The Sacred Sandwich

February6th

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Greetings, dear readers!

This month, our dear brother and League fellow Stanley Decker gave a testimony during one of our meetings, in which he told of his recent visit to a nearby “hobo camp” to feed the homeless and perhaps share the Gospel. When he arrived there with a big steaming pot of homemade stew, the campers were very thankful for his generosity, and were quick to exclaim, “God bless you!” It seems evident from their strikingly spiritual response that even the most lost and downtrodden souls see the work of Christ in the kindness of strangers.

And so it was on this cold night that Stanley noticed a shy, nervous dog pacing back and forth in the distance as the stew was spooned out for these hungry folks. At times the skinny, black-coated mutt would start to slowly approach Stanley, but then would stop in fear, as if knowing that the food was not meant for him, and yet desiring it nonetheless.

Struck to his heart with pity, Stanley finished serving everyone and then filled one last bowl for the dog. After a few gentle words of invitation, Stanley was finally able to coax the canine to the bowl of stew he set on the ground. Within seconds, the dog had consumed the meal, licked his chops clean, and wagged his tail.

Stanley wasn’t sure if he had seen gratitude, reverence, or satisfaction in the poor dog’s eyes, or if it held any real intelligent expression at all. Yet Stanley suddenly found himself contemplating the story of the Canaanite woman in Matthew 15:22-28 and realized that what he had witnessed in that dog’s behavior was, simply put: HUMILITY.

This was exactly what Jesus was referring to when he likened the Canaanite woman to a dog begging for scraps from his master’s table. And just as the woman had humbled herself before Christ as evidence of her great faith, so, too, this hobo’s dog had displayed the same lowly disposition in the hope of receiving the smallest of morsels from Stanley.

Stanley shared this story with the League to testify to God’s providence in using this small event to bring the teaching of Matthew 15:22-28 to his mind. And we thank Stanley for telling it to us.

Oh, how we need to remember that the most vivid example of faith that was commended by Christ in the Scriptures was in the attitude of a humble dog waiting patiently for the least crumb of mercy to fall from the master’s table. Perhaps in this day and age of self-esteem and spiritual arrogance, such metaphors that describe us as “sinful worms” and “begging dogs” are abhorrent to our human sensibilities; and yet we must always let God’s word form a right understanding of our humble position before God.

As miserable sinners deserving God’s wrath we have no right to make demands on God’s provisions. Only by humbly acknowledging our wretched state and resting our faith solely upon the blood and righteousness of Christ can we truly comprehend God’s grace. And whether we receive a whole loaf of God’s mercy or just a crumb, it is more than we deserve and yet more than we could ever need, for in Christ we have been truly blessed with every spiritual blessing in the heavenly places (Eph. 1:3).

Let us never forget the amazing grace of God that not only supplies our every need, but takes lowly dogs such as us and inexplicably makes us co-heirs with Christ to one day share in His glory (Rom. 8:17).

And can it be that I should gain
an interest in the Savior’s blood!
Died he for me? who caused his pain!
For me? who him to death pursued?

Amazing love! How can it be
that thou, my God, shouldst die for me?

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  • Comment by Manfred — February 6, 2009 @ 7:41 am

    And can it be that I should gain
    an interest in the Savior’s blood!
    Died he for me? who caused his pain!
    For me? who him to death pursued?

    This was the hymn at of the month at my church last month!

    Being a dog lover, I gladly receive the parable. Dumb dogs show us so much, good and bad, that for such creatures we should thank the Lord. When we open the treat container (it sings “Who let the dogs out? Arf! Arf! Aef!), the mutt comes a runnin’, knowing that she is being rewarded for good behavior while her master was gone. She does not demand a milk bone, she gladly receives it when offered.

  • Comment by P. Benet — February 6, 2009 @ 7:45 am

    Thank you.

  • Comment by Les — February 6, 2009 @ 8:06 am

    Thanks for posting. I’ve been pondering over this passage of scripture for the past few days. It always bothered me that Jesus kept the desperate woman out, even rebuffing her, and having her wait all day. I always wondered why He did this to her. Clark’s Commentary has some very good points on this as does your story. God is looking for humble and contrite hearts that keep asking, keep seeking and keep knocking. This woman realized that Jesus gives freely without limit from an infinite abundance.

    The verse if from the hymn And Can It Be that I Should Gain by Charles Wesley. The third verse is my favorite:

    Long my imprisoned spirit lay
    Fast bound in sin and natures night;
    Thine eyed diffused a quick’ning ray,
    I woke, the dungeon flamed with light;
    My chains fell off, my heart was free;
    I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.

    Amazing love!
    How can it be That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me.

    Amen!

  • Comment by obed — May 22, 2009 @ 8:52 pm

    I´ve read this article and I was blessed by it.
    This is a poem God has granted me. It is published on Poemhunter.com
    Thanks for sharing the daily bread.

    A Dog under the Master´s Table
    by Obed R. Souza

    It has been quite a short time
    Since I have first realized
    That palaces and king´s chambers
    Are not good places for truth to hide
    Because milk and honey
    At their tables do not abide .

    History has whispered that
    Gold and silver vessels
    Might not hold the meal taste
    And savory dishes can be rejected
    If not served by well dressed hired servants.

    Where , then, can truth –
    The food for the hungry
    Be found?

    Truth will never be clothed !
    Truth accepts no bribe!
    It is edible … served raw !
    No flattery is accepted within the realms of this kingdom!
    It carries neither scents nor spices
    Of good deeds from those ones of royal descent.
    It stands high in the skies , though reached only by the beggar´s empty stomach,
    It might be offensive, therefore challenging
    It unveils secret inner places where we feed our prejudices,
    A disguise for our self-justice and pride.
    It strips us off our royal rags, we cherish as ‘ ourselves’
    Humility and sincerity wait on its banquet!
    Offensive enough to proud lost children ,
    Sharp and blunt to the scornful and disobedient,
    Yet altogether gracious and tender to the humble .

    Pilates turned his back to it,
    The mob has sentenced it to death ,
    Power has made it guilty of crimes against humanity ,
    The non-believer calls it a liar and illusionist ,
    Others say it kills… it poisons .

    Where can truth be found , then ?

    It is bred in the land of starvation
    A far off underground world
    Where comfort zones are not allowed
    Under the master´s table, where the underdogs
    Strive for food – celestial food.
    It is sometimes seated on the ground, among the outcast …
    Or in the dust of the earth, our next of kin
    And where real life can be brought fourth
    Where a dog lies as a dog
    But rises out of it a real son of the king of kings
    Heir of the greatest of all gifts:
    The honour of eating daily bread at the master´s table.

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