INTERCESSION OVER THE OUTCAST
Jesus gave her no reply - not even a word. Then his
disciples urged him to send her away. "Tell her to
leave," they said. "She is bothering us with all her
begging." Then he said to the woman, "I was sent only to
help the people of Israel - God's lost sheep - not the
Gentiles." But she came and worshipped him and pleaded
again, "Lord, help me!" "It isn't right to take food
from the children and throw it to the dogs," he said.
"Yes, Lord," she replied, "but even dogs are permitted
to eat crumbs that fall beneath their master's table."
"Woman," Jesus said to her, "your faith is great. Your
request is granted." And her daughter was instantly
always run from naggers and pursuers, and wanting to
climb into my shell until the barrage has passed. Today
after re-reading "It's a Dog's World" at my website, and
identifying with the nagging unclean women who is a
passionate intercessor for her child, I suddenly saw the
shame I have felt in being a nagging one sent to knock
on closed doors.
remembered my time of feeling like an outcast and
unclean because I was told I loved too much and crossed
invisible boundaries of protocol. I remembered my years
in church when I was sent to the leaders with loud
knocks upon their hardened hearts. I remembered the
shame I felt and still feel as I sit among an audience
of strangers feeling like an outcast and not among them.
I remembered the times I was sent to knock on the doors
of anointed servants, with Words of encouragement only
to receive silence in return. I wondered if they thought
I had touched their holy place with presumption for my
approach into their world. I felt the pain of these
things and one tiny, silent tear fell onto my cheek.
Knowing the Lord as I do, I thought if I could feel so
unclean as an outcast, how much greater is the shame of
others outside His intimacy. I cried for them and I
cried for me. I cried for the years and years of feeling
filthy and unclean when all You have wanted for us Lord,
is to be loved.
TO PONDER: HOLD THE OUTCAST
heal our broken places. We limp around the truth and
bravely continue as though nothing is wrong. We swallow
the pain and continue moving. It is all we know to do.
Please wash away the filth from the outcast and hold
them in Your royal arms. Extend Your scepter to them and
dub Your favor down upon their heads and shoulders and
hands. Give them courage to reach out and receive the
extension of Your favor upon their lives. Let them not
hold back in shame, but let them hold their heads up
even as Esther did. You chose this poor orphaned girl to
become queen of the most powerful empire of the world in
her time. She had the seeds of courage in her heart,
because she was raised with the favor of Mordecai's
let Your love so surround the intercessors, those who
would place their very lives on the line, that they no
longer be touched with the shame of feeling unclean. Let
the rich spices of Your anointing oil soak past the
layers of their leathered mind-sets. Let them no longer
think they are outcast, on the outside looking in.
Whether a human door opens or not, let Your love so
deeply mesh into their beings that they live in and know
nothing but Your favor. Abba, heal our broken places
that limp and wash us clean. In Jesus Name.
whole world knows that anyone who appears before the
king in his inner court without being invited is doomed
to die unless the king holds out his gold scepter. And
the king has not called for me to come to him in more
than a month."
was, when the king saw Queen Esther standing in the
court, that she found favor in his sight, and the king
held out to Esther the golden scepter that was in his
hand. Then Esther went near and touched the top of the
king held out the golden scepter toward Esther. So
Esther arose and stood before the king.
will restore health to you and heal you of your wounds,'
says the LORD, 'Because they called you an outcast
saying: "This is Zion; No one seeks her." '