The Persistent Mother

I struggle with the story of Jesus encountering the Canaanite woman. I don’t know if it’s the lack of compassion in Jesus’ voice or the exploitation of power or the tone of condescension, but if this were the only story I knew of Jesus I’d be turned off. When the Canaanite woman calls to Jesus, […]

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“I’ll Have Some of That”

My mother is ninety three and her mind has receded into the murkiness of dementia. There are days when she does not know us, cannot dress herself nor carry on a conversation. Yet, when we open up a box of her favorite chocolate candy, she opens her hand, palm up and says, “I’ll have some.” […]

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