Got the urge to paint. This is the bit in John 21 where Peter realises that Jesus has forgiven him, and they’re about to go and rejoin the others for breakfast.

Got the urge to paint. This is the bit in John 21 where Peter realises that Jesus has forgiven him, and they’re about to go and rejoin the others for breakfast.

The gospel reading for today’s Eucharist is Luke 5.17-26, the story of the man whose friends lowered him through a hole in the roof to get him to Jesus for healing.
A quick search of google images failed to yield many pictures from the main character’s viewpoint, so I thought I’d have a go at that. Now I know why there aren’t many – it’s a really tricky perspective, and one that I’ve not entirely succeeded at achieving!
What it did help me realise is (1) the level of trust that the man must have had in his friends, and (2) the level of trust they must have had in Jesus, to send their friend somewhere that they couldn’t immediately follow. I guess this is why I often doodle – when we draw things, we learn to see them differently, we ask different questions of the text, of the theology.
I finally declared this picture finished…
It’s the story of the Syro-Phonoecian (Canaanite) woman who asks Jesus to heal her daughter (Matthew 15):
22Just then a Canaanite woman from that region came out and started shouting, ‘Have mercy on me, Lord, Son of David; my daughter is tormented by a demon.’ 23But he did not answer her at all. And his disciples came and urged him, saying, ‘Send her away, for she keeps shouting after us.’ 24He answered, ‘I was sent only to the lost sheep of the house of Israel.’ 25But she came and knelt before him, saying, ‘Lord, help me.’ 26He answered, ‘It is not fair to take the children’s food and throw it to the dogs.’ 27She said, ‘Yes, Lord, yet even the dogs eat the crumbs that fall from their masters’ table.’ 28Then Jesus answered her, ‘Woman, great is your faith! Let it be done for you as you wish.’ And her daughter was healed instantly.
She is a woman. She is foreign. She has a disabled/sick child. And she shouts. She’s a reject in pretty much every way. And she’s awesome.
In the painting I tried to do something different from my previous attempts at this story (which had focused on the ‘meeting of minds’ that Jesus and the woman reach by both stroking the hypothetical dog, but I was challenged to have a go at the moment of confrontation itself, which is much harder. So this is the moment when the woman grasps Jesus’ arm and makes him listen. She’s small, but mighty.
Here are some things I’ve tried to do in the painting:
1. He’ll be riding on a donkey when he comes (x2)
He’ll be riding on a donkey,
Riding on a donkey,
Riding on a donkey when he comes.
So we’ll sing hosanna when he comes (x2)
So we’ll sing hosanna, sing hosanna,
Sing hosanna when he comes.
2.We will all come out to meet him when he comes…
3. We will throw our cloaks* before him when he comes…
4. We will wave our palms to greet him when he comes…
(*or coats, or whatever)
To the tune ‘she’ll be coming round the mountain’. You’re welcome.