When the apostles returned, they reported to Jesus what they had done. Then he took them with him and they withdrew by themselves to a town called Bethsaida, but the crowds learned about it and followed him. He welcomed them and spoke to them about the kingdom of God, and healed those who needed healing. Late in the afternoon the Twelve came to him and said, “Send the crowd away so they can go to the surrounding villages and countryside and find food and lodging, because we are in a remote place here.” He replied, “You give them something to eat.” They answered, “We have only five loaves of bread and two fish—unless we go and buy food for all this crowd.” (About five thousand men were there.) But he said to his disciples, “Have them sit down in groups of about fifty each.” The disciples did so, and everyone sat down. Taking the five loaves and the two fish and looking up to heaven, he gave thanks and broke them. Then he gave them to the disciples to distribute to the people. They all ate and were satisfied, and the disciples picked up twelve basketfuls of broken pieces that were left over.
Luke 9: 10-17
I’d’ve made a rubbish spectator at one of Jesus’s outdoor gatherings. I don’t like fish. And, to be honest, having heard about what he did at Cana I would have been a little disappointed that a fish butty was all he could rustle up.
Not that I would have said anything to him, of course, I’d mutter a bit probably but not so as anyone could hear me. I’m not really the complaining sort. I don’t whinge on a Sunday when the service isn’t as uplifting as I’d hoped it would be. And yet I go back week after week knowing that someone has done their best – or, at least hoping, they have.
The young boy gave what he had. Gave ALL that he had. For the benefit of others. It wouldn’t surprise me to learn that there were others in the crowd who had brought something better but decided to keep it for themselves. If we have gifts to offer to God let’s follow the boy’s example, nobody else’s.
sometimes I fall into the trap of being one of those
“do as I say, not as I do” Christians.
Because following you is not as easy
as I would like it to be.
Forgive me when my answer to your call
is rather less than wholehearted.
I try, Lord, I really do.
And I’ll try to do better next time.
Leo Roberts is the CYDO for the North Western Synod
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