It surprises me a little bit that I'm entering the blog-o-sphere.  
There is already such a cacophony of voices out here, and I don't really
 need to contribute to the noise.  But, the idea of having a place to 
write a little and have some focused conversations with friends is 
appealing, so I decided to take the plunge.  
To kick 
things off, I'll try to explain why I chose this blog title.  I was 
racking my brain for inspiration when I thought of the passage from St. 
Matthew's gospel that I quoted at the top of the page.  It describes a 
woman of remarkable faith and humility.  She was filled with compassion 
for her child, probably desperately fed-up with and exhausted by her 
daughter's condition, and knew Christ Jesus had the power to help her.  I
 want to be like her--the kind of person who perseveres in prayer;  the 
kind who is patient enough to let the Lord work in His time;  the kind 
who sees herself as completely unworthy and undeserving of miracles but 
who can persist in the battle against the demons anyway.  I want to be 
the kind of woman who trusts Christ Jesus with all of her own pain and 
problems, and who loves others enough to pray for them consistently and 
fervently.  
This Gentile woman was begging even for 
the Jews' "leftover" miracles.  And that got me to thinking a little 
about prosphora (the bread we offer at the Divine Liturgy, our 
Eucharistic service).  The whole loaf is blessed, but only a very small 
portion actually makes it into the chalice.   After communion, the 
priest and the deacon take the chalice back into the altar and eat up 
all that is left.  They do this with great care, making sure none is 
spilled or left behind.  The rest of the bread, the antidoron--the part 
that did not become the Lord's body--is distributed to the faithful at 
the end of the Liturgy.  Extra antidoron might be sent home with a 
person who needs extra blessings during the week, such as a pregnant 
woman or someone in poor health.  Even though it is still bread, it is 
blessed bread, and it is important not to let any crumbs fall to the 
floor; ideally, it should be eaten outdoors so that any crumbs that do 
fall may be consumed by the birds or other creatures.  Even the 
leftovers of the leftovers are important when it comes to such miracles 
and blessings, and should not be taken lightly.  I think I need the 
reminder to treasure even the smallest ones.
Originally published as Greetings and Explanations on  27 July 2010.
 
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