The Scrap Pail

June 1, 2016
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Matthew 9:20-21 – Just then a woman who had been subject to bleeding for twelve years came up behind him and touched the edge of his cloak. She said to herself, "If I only touch his cloak, I will be healed." (NIV)

I have a scrap pail beside my sink. Apple peelings, pear cores, old lettuce, stale bread, carrot ends and such get tossed into it for the horses. These scraps don't seem like much to me, compared to the whole fruit or fresh bread, but the ponies relish them.

Likewise in today's Scripture, this poor woman, who had been an outcast for so many years due to her physical ailment, relished the thought of just having a scrap of Jesus. If I only touch his cloak, I will be healed, she told herself. And indeed she was correct, for when Jesus turned and saw her, He said, "Take heart, daughter, your faith has healed you." (Matthew 9:22 NIV) And it had, for the fact is that just a scrap of Jesus was greater than anything the world had or could ever offer her.

This fact still remains true today, although hordes of people worldwide have not yet discovered it or have chosen not to believe it. Instead, they seek to heal their loneliness, their discontent, and their fears through material wealth, spiritualism, continued education, work, sexual pleasures, and the like, only to discover as the writer of Ecclesiastes penned: "All of it is meaningless, a chasing after the wind." (Ecclesiastes 2:17b NIV)

Yet, just a scrap of Jesus, just enough faith to reach out and touch Him, is all that they really need to have their lives changed for eternity. For just a scrap of Him is still greater today than anything and everything this old world can offer.

Prayer: Father God, forgive us this day when we may seek to fill ourselves up with anything but You. Grant us faith amidst any and all circumstances to simply keep reaching to touch Jesus, that our lives may be filled with godly healing, meaning, and eternal delight. In Christ's name, we ask. Amen,

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Lynne Phipps <lynnephipps@hotmail.com>
Atlin, British Columbia, Canada

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1 Comment

  • PresbyCan Feedback says:

    Thanks Lynne!


    Blessings for your insightfulness and sharing with us.


    Thank you, Lynne. The right perspective changes things. God bless you.


    Lynne, praise God for scraps of kindness and Blessings. Thanks for sharing. Blessings.


    Thanks, Lynne. Loved your analogy.
    Blessings.


    Thank you for this wonderful uplifting message.
    God Bless you and your Family.


    Thank you, Lynne. Your prayer for today has become my own!
    Blessings.


    Good morning Lynne.
    Thank you for your thoughtful and comforting Devotional.


    Thank you Lynn, my husband and I so enjoyed this morning’s reading. You have a wonderful gift of placing God’s words just where He wants it to be read. Blessings.


    Hi Lynne,
    Thank you for your devotional today. You are so right. If more people just would reach out to Him!
    Blessings.


    Dear Lynne,
    Again you have drawn me to the Lord through his Word. Thank You. It reminds me….
    In my memory there seems to be something about someone being happy to receive some scraps that fell from the master’s table — maybe someone being happy to receive “scraps” from Jesus.
    I finally found it in a third concordance, and found Mt. 15:27, and Mk. 7:28, and yes, both Matthew and Luke have the account.
    With love and prayers for you in your life and continued writing.


    The Scrap Pail. I grew up on a farm and we called it the slop bucket and it went for the pigs. I remembered my father, an orphan, who lived with relatives. His aunt baked bread but it was still doughy when he lived there. He walked down the road to a family with 6 boys. He would stop there to meet up with these boys and the Mom would put out her hand for his sandwich take it put it in her slop bucket and hand him a new sandwich wrapped ready to go. Her six boys and my father used to sit on that crossbar under the harvest table she would peel apples for pie or whatever but stood back far enough that the skins fell where little hands were waiting to grab. My father said they sure never hit the floor and those apple skins did not have to go in the slop bucket. Funny how things come back to us.
    Thanks for your writings.
    (ON)


    So true Lynne. Hope you are doing well.


    Good Word.

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