A few weeks ago I had the opportunity to teach at the Peninsula Vineyard. When my turn came around we were beginning chapter 6 of the Gospel of John. (*If you want to listen to the teaching, go to www.vcfp.org, click on "Sermons", then go to February 1st and click-on "download".)
The biblical text tells the story of Jesus teaching thousands and thousands of men, women and children, hungry to hear what He had to say. When He finished teaching, they were also hungry for lunch.
Jesus and His closest disciples looked around for food, but all they could find was a boy's lunch...5 small, barley loaves and 2 small, fish. Perfect for a small boy, but what about the hungry crowd? Jesus tells His disciples to have the people sit down. He gives thanks to His Father for the food, then has His disciples begin to distribute it. Everyone gets their fill (*including the boy) and when they are finished eating, they pick-up 12 baskets of left-over bread.
I realize that not everyone who reads my blog believes in miracles. I happen to believe in them. I also believe in sharing with others the good things that we have been given. Sometimes the miracle that occurs is that God gives us the ability to look beyond our own wants and needs to see the needs of others and to do something about it. Sometimes we share our lunch. Sometimes we give some money. Other times we give some of our time. Everybody, even little boys who have only their lunch to share, can participate...if they want to.
I give some examples in my teaching on what it feels like to trust God with our lives, and, one of the ways we have seen people come together to meet the needs of some dear friends who currently have immeasurable needs. But here, in my blog, I want to share a story with you about what it feels like to be on the receiving end of someone else's generosity.