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.