I'll take the crumb over the lobster tail.

Often, when we finally find out life is going to difficult and seldom fair, we start to look at other things, other people. We can start thinking other things or people have it much better than we do. We may become bitter, wonder why even try, decide what does it really matter, or question our faith. Today, I read the story of the mother who had been following the disciples around, with her demon possessed daughter, seeking help, seeking a cure, seeking any sort of relief. The mother had become a nuisance to the disciples. She kept begging, crying, wanting to be noticed with her sick daughter. The disciples were tired of this lady. They came to Jesus and said something had to done with this woman and her daughter. It seemed that Jesus was kind of put out with this situation. He was frustrated and responded harshly with the woman, stating that there were others who needed his help more than her. This mother responded with complete devastation. She would rather have a crumb from Jesus than anything else. She would rather have her daughter healed than anything else. The story goes on to tell of Jesus healing the girl instantly. He was touched by her desperation. We have demons today. Drugs, alcohol, movies, sex, violence, hate, peers, just to mention a few. As a mother, I can only imagine the distress of having a sick child. I love lobster. I can eat more than most people, but when I think of sitting at the finest table to consume the most delicious food the world has to offer or finding a few crumbs on the floor at the feet of my saviour, I would rather be searching for a crumb than stuffing my face. I would rather be known for my persistance, my belief, my cries for help, my ability to make others uncomfortable because I care. What is at stake? Are we mothers ready, willing, to follow Jesus with our children and family in tow and find the most delicious crumbs we've ever eaten on the floor trodden by blessed footprints.