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When expounding upon the story of Jesus multiplying the loaves and fishes to feed the multitude, preachers ask us to imagine ourselves like a young child in the crowd. A child whose mother has packed his lunch for the occasion, but who is willing to give it over to Jesus and risk having nothing to eat at all, on the off-chance that Jesus might use his tiny offering to reach many. This is an appealing scenario, but I'm not that generous. If my mom packs me a lunch, it's mine, and I'm under strict orders not to share it, give it, trade it or throw it away. I'm supposed to eat it. Most days, I feel more like one of the five thousand in the crowd-- hungry, thirsty, tired, weak and unprepared. Too shaky on my feet to make it to town to get some food, and too poor to buy any if I made it. Nothing to offer God, nothing to share with my neighbor. And yet... "They all ate until they were full. 'Now gather the leftovers,' Jesus told his disciples, 'so that nothing is wasted.' There were only five loaves to start with, but twelve baskets were filled with the pieces of bread the people did not eat." John 6:12,13 God only knows where those leftovers had been! Before they were gathered up, they'd been broken, passed from hand to dirty hand, dropped, stepped on, chewed up and spat out. But each person in the crowd got the chance to give back some of what had been given to him. So that nothing would be wasted. Sometimes, I give when I myself am hungry. Most days, I only give back what's left after I'm full. Thank God He can work wonders with leftovers.
Posted by Katy on 03/23/01 at 10:00 AM
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