Small meal
February 9, 2023
Imagine being a small boy in Bethsaida. A radical teacher arrives, and you are curious to go hear him. Your mother says you may go and packs a lunch for you. You hurry. Being nimble and alone, you press through the crowd to be near him. You listen. While the miracles you’ve heard he did are unique, one thing was certain.
He did not speak like the Jewish leaders dissecting phrases and arguing. His followers were diverse. Some with rough hands like fishermen. Another looked like a keeper of books. We were mesmerized. Mealtime came, no one had food.
One follower approached me! He asked for my lunch! The teacher actually looked in my eyes. My heart was willing.
I saw a miracle! My lunch in his hands feed the crowd of thousands.