Mark 7:24-30 NLT
Then Jesus left Galilee and went north to the region of Tyre. He didn’t want anyone to know which house he was staying in, but he couldn’t keep it a secret.
Right away a woman who had heard about him came and fell at his feet. Her little girl was possessed by an evil spirit, and she begged him to cast out the demon from her daughter.
Since she was a Gentile, born in Syrian Phoenicia, Jesus told her, “First I should feed the children—my own family, the Jews.… It isn’t right to take food from the children and throw it to the dogs.”
She replied, “That’s true, Lord, but even the dogs under the table are allowed to eat the scraps from the children’s plates.”
“Good answer!” he said. “Now go home, for the demon has left your daughter.”
And when she arrived home, she found her little girl lying quietly in bed, and the demon was gone.
I love this story, and the idea of crumbs from the table encourages me to share daily what I am being fed.
You see, I share what I am learning in case there is a crumb that someone else might want, not because I think that I have it right and you have it wrong.
Yes, I face accusations of “tossing pearls to the pigs” by those who oppose what I do daily. Yes, I face accusations of “acting as a teacher/preacher when I’m not qualified” by those who focus on my past.
But, you see – I’m no teacher.
But I know the teacher.
And He loves me.
And He feeds me so well each day, that the cup and plate are not just full, but they are overflowing. So this left over bread, I share it as crumbs – because I know what it was like to be without bread of my own – sniffing around at the tables of others looking for crumbs – when I didn’t realize that I could go straight to the source instead of getting it second hand.
I don’t want to teach anyone.
But I do want them to meet my teacher.