Mondays work out to be my best day to do some walking. This evening was crisp and cool but with hardly any wind and, with a pair of gloves to keep my hands warm, it was perfect. For some reason, there were hardly any other walkers out. When I am alone, I keep myself company. Sometimes I pray as I walk; sometimes I tell myself stories. Tonight I did both.
First of all, I was retelling myself the story of how Jesus fed the crowd of over 5000. I was imagining how I might tell it to kids but by the end I was telling it to myself.
A young boy, no doubt fascinated by the words and actions of Jesus, must have wormed his way to the front of this crowd. I’m sure if his mother had been around, she would have made him behave and maybe there would have been no great meal. Anyway, he sees and probably hears the disciples talking over their dilemma about the hungry people. I wonder what he felt. I would guess that Jesus stirred within him a desire to help. How silly to think that his little lunch would help. But he boldly goes up to one of these big people and offers his little sac of lunch. And I can just imagine his wonder as Jesus lifts it up and blesses it, then reaches in and continues to draw out of it more and more fish and bread – enough to feed everyone there.
I ended my walk realizing that Jesus wants to do the same for our resources as he did with this young boy’s lunch. No matter how inconsequential our little sac of resources is, Jesus will do wonders with it. We have to give him that little sac of talents and abilities or finances or whatever and he will bless it and continue to draw out of it till we are all astonished at what he has accomplished.
So I think we should, like little kids, sneak up to the front where we can see and hear Jesus really well. I think if we sit up close and really listen we won’t be able to resist responding when he says he needs something that we have in our hands.
If we did that, I wonder what kind of miracles we would see him do?
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