In so many
ways, Sarah’s faith – like the faith of her husband Abraham – was tremendous.
The two of them willingly followed God wherever God led them, even though the
destination was unclear.
But one thing
presented too great a challenge to their faith, and that was that they had no
children. Children were a sign of God’s blessing, which of course is true
today; but in ancient times, not having children was seen as a sign of being
cursed. Today we recognize blessings in parenthood as well as blessings in
those who, for whatever reason, do not have children.
But in ancient
times, having no children meant you were cursed.
Eventually
Sarah and Abraham grew old, well past the age of bearing children. At one
point, God spoke to Abraham, telling Abraham just how blessed he was, but
Abraham could only respond by saying, “Lord God, what could you possibly give
me, since I have no children?”
Sarah knew how
important it was for Abraham to have children. So she offered to Abraham her
own personal slave, a woman named Hagar. Sarah said to Abraham: “The Lord has kept me from giving birth, so go to my
servant. Maybe we can have children through
her.”
Abraham did,
and Hagar became pregnant. Immediately Sarah regretted her decision. She began
to treat her slave Hagar harshly, so harshly that Hagar tried to run away.
Eventually
Hagar gave birth to a son and named him… Ishmael.
Scripture says
that Abraham was 86 years old when Ishmael was born. That’s pretty old to
become a new father.
Some years
passed. When Abraham was 99, God came to Abraham and said that soon, Sarah
herself would become pregnant and give birth. Abraham thought this was
hilarious. Then God told Sarah, and Sarah laughed, since she was just about as
old as Abraham.
And yet,
within a year, their son Isaac was born.
By this time Abraham
was 100 years old.
Do the math,
and you realize that Ishmael was about 14 when his half-brother, Isaac, was
born.
Now that Sarah
had her own son, the grudge Sarah had against Hagar expanded to include Ishmael
as well. She resented both of them.
A year or two
later – Ishmael must have been at least 15 or 16 by this point – Sarah’s grudge
led her to convince Abraham to expel Hagar and Ishmael from the household.
“Just send them away!” she said; “they don’t belong here with us!”
Do you notice
something strange about this part of the story? If Ishmael really was about 16
years old, as the math indicates, Hagar wouldn’t have been carrying him in her
shoulder sling. More likely, Ishmael would have been carrying her!
Here’s the
thing. These ancient stories were not written with historical accuracy in mind.
In fact, they weren’t written at all,
not for many generations; rather, they were told by one generation to the next,
as parables about God’s love and faithfulness.
And in this
case, that love and faithfulness included even the ones who people had
excluded: namely, Hagar and Ishmael. God protected them, and God made of
Ishmael a great nation. In fact, to this day, while Christians and Jews trace
their ancestry to Abraham through Isaac,
Muslims trace their ancestry to Abraham through
Ishmael.
And both Isaac
and Ishmael – and their descendants – are included in the love and faithfulness
of God.
Unfortunately,
that’s a hard lesson for many Christians to accept. We think that people who are different than us must become like us in
order to dwell in God’s love and faithfulness.
But who are we to say who God should include and who God should exclude?
So despite
Sarah’s hatred and Abraham’s decision to get rid of Hagar, God still loved
Hagar and her son Ishmael.
Sarah was
clearly wrong for wanting to exclude Hagar and Ishmael. Scripture makes this
clear. It broke Abraham’s heart to send Hagar and Ishmael away… but he did it
anyway.
Even though
Abraham was a good and faithful man, he wasn’t perfect. Even though Sarah was a
good and faithful woman, she wasn’t perfect. Together, they committed an act of
horrible injustice against Hagar and Ishmael.
But no one’s
imperfections can stop God’s faithfulness and love.
I mentioned
this story in a sermon a few weeks back, but this is one of those stories that
really sticks with me, and I wanted to give it a little more attention.
She’s called a
Canaanite in Matthew’s gospel. At the Pastor’s Conference, Brian McLaren told
us that that’s an inaccurate description; there were no Canaanites in Jesus’s
time.
It would be
like, if there’s someone here with Mexican ancestry, calling you an Aztec; or
if there’s someone here with Norwegian ancestry, calling you a Viking.
Why did Matthew call her a Canaanite? Mark’s gospel has the same story, but
Mark calls her a Syrophoenician. Mark knows there were no Canaanites in Jesus’s
day.
Maybe
Matthew’s purpose isn’t historical details. Maybe he’s trying to tell
something, in parable form, about God’s love and faithfulness, something that
transcends a particular time and place. Maybe he uses this character in his story as representative of something more than just a single, historical
person.
Clearly, this Canaanite woman represents a very different, unexpected “other.” Even Jesus has a hard time accepting
her, including her, and ministering to her. Indeed, his first response is to ignore
her, and his disciples urge him to send her away.
Just send her
away… in the same way that Sarah and Abraham sent Hagar and Ishmael away. She
doesn’t belong here, with us…
Jesus doesn’t
send her away, but there’s a tension there. It does seem that he’s about to send her away, and that moment
of suspense makes this a great story.
Jesus doesn’t
send her away, but he tells her that his mission is not to her kind.
And the
disciples are thinking, “Yeah. Maybe if you were like us… but you’re not.”
There are
several ways this Canaanite woman
could respond. She could downplay her Canaanite identity and convince Jesus
that she is like him. “I’m not really a Canaanite; I’m like you!”
Or, she could just
walk away, defeated.
But she
doesn’t do either of those things. She doesn’t compromise her identity just to
be part of the “in-group,” and she doesn’t give up.
Not even when
Jesus insults her.
“You’re a
dog,” Jesus says. “It’s not fair to take the children’s food and throw it to
the dogs.”
Does she deny
it? Does she yell back, “How dare you! I’m not a dog!”
No.
She says, “You
call me a dog; fine. But even dogs eat the crumbs that fall from the table.”
She does not
give in. She is who she is. She will not compromise her identity. She says,
basically, “accept me as I am!”
And Jesus is
impressed. Amazed, actually.
He’s awed by
her faith and her determination; her faith in his ability to heal, and her
determination to be seen for who she is.
Backing up a
bit, I have to say that it’s really hard for me to hear a story in which Jesus
is insulting and rude.
But just like
the even-more-ancient stories from
Genesis, the stories of Jesus in the gospels were not always written with
historical details in mind. They were told – and then written down – as stories
about God’s love and faithfulness.
Bible scholar John
Dominic Crossan even calls many of the stories about Jesus parables about Jesus, because their concern is something greater
than historical accuracy.
Whether you
want to call this story about Jesus a parable or not, it is a story that shows very clearly how the love of God is not
contained to a particular group, even though everyone in Jesus’s time and perhaps even in Matthew’s time expected God’s love to be contained in
this way.
And in every age, there are those who we want to send away. “If they’re not
going to be like us, then they
shouldn’t be among us.” People have
felt that way in every generation. I’m sure you can think of ways that the
modern church has engaged in this kind of thinking, the kind of thinking that
says, “If you want to be one of us, you must be like us.”
In seminary, I
took a class on “theology from a Hispanic perspective.” One of the things I
learned in that class was the situation of many Hispanics in the U.S., who feel
caught between two lands. They are often told to go back home by those in
society who want to send them away, send them “back” south across the border.
Just send them away.
Sound
familiar?
But that’s not
their home. Many of them have lived in the United States for generations,
perhaps even longer than those who are telling them to leave.
So they really
are caught between two lands, not really being made to feel welcome in either
place.
Learning about
this helped me understand what it was like for a Jew from Galilee.
The Jews in
Jerusalem didn’t consider those from Galilee to be “real” Jews. But the Jews
from Galilee weren’t really accepted by non-Jews, either. They were caught in
the middle, accepted neither here nor there.
That was
Jesus. A “dog” in the eyes of the Jewish elite.
A semester
spent studying theology from a Hispanic perspective helped me understand that.
In the same
way, a Canaanite woman, who – by not compromising her identity, and by
insisting that she be accepted just as she is – helped even Jesus gain a greater understanding of his mission, and what he
was sent for.
Seeing things
through a very different set of eyes can help us see more clearly.
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