The boy with the loaves and fish was sought out by the disciples and asked if he would give what he had. Five loaves and two fish sounds like a huge lunch to me, but I imagine his mother packing a lunch for him as I do for my son. Some boys need to eat a lot. They love eating! As I picture this young lad in my mind, I wonder if he was reluctant to give up his lunch? My son would be--he's always hungry. Or perhaps when he looked into the eyes of the Son of God his hesitation melted away? Whatever the case, when he put his "little" into the hands of the Master something profoundly amazing happened. I'm sure he had no idea in the moment of "letting go" what was about to unfold. We still talk about it two thousand years later.
Sometimes the giving asked of us feels huge and we wrestle with it--whether it's our tithe or our time or, you know, whatever it is He's asking of you. In that moment all we can see is what it's going to cost us. Unless we look at the One to whom we give it. The greatest we have to give is nothing in comparison to the One to whom we give.
Sometimes I struggle because I place such a high value on what I'm letting go of...as though He wouldn't turn it into something far greater than I could imagine. Sometimes what I have to give seems paltry or even pathetic in the face of the need. Much like five loaves to feed five thousand.
The world is in desperate need of what He can do with our "little". Given, blessed, broken, nourishment for many.
And he took the five cakes of bread and the two fishes and,
looking up to heaven,
he said words of blessing over them, and when they had been broken,
he gave them to the disciples to give to the people.