I don’t like being in places that
attract crowds.
I don’t like having my name called out
time after time by people who need something.
I wonder if Jesus liked crowds . . . or
being in places that attracted them.
I wonder if he grew tired of having his
name called out by people who needed something.
In days gone by, I’ve read the story of
the feeding of the 5000+ and wondered at how so little food could feed so many
people . . . and how did Jesus pull it off?
I missed the point.
The miracle was not in the feeding of
the 5000+. The miracle was in Jesus caring about them . . . caring enough to
come away from his search for solitude to be there . . . there with them . . .
here with us.
Multiplying food is no big miracle.
The miracle is in the extending of love
and grace.
I don’t like crowds or places that
attract them, but I’m headed toward one—one that includes all those who have
and are experiencing God’s love and grace.
I don’t like hearing my name called by
those who need something; but having been needy and now filled, I pray that I
will respond with God’s love and grace.
What choice is there? The Table is spread . . . the Bread is broken
. . . the Cup is spilled out. upon me
and upon all, love and grace has poured down.
I surrender; and in surrender, I find
my life.
