In John 6:8-9, we read: “One of the disciples, Andrew, Simon Peter’s brother, said to Him, ‘There is a lad here who has five barley loaves and two small fish, but what are they among so many?’”
“The Brown Bundle Mystery,” Timmy read the title, snuggled under the covers. “Sounds exciting.” Grandfather put on his glasses and began to read.
“‘Mother,' Jacob entered the house. 'I’ve heard a great crowd has gathered to hear the Teacher. May I go? I’ve done my chores.'
“‘Alone?'
“‘Rueben’s waiting for me by the gate.'
“'Not so fast, son. Here’s lunch. Five barley loaves and two fish. At least you won’t starve. Share with Rueben,' she said, handing him a brown bundle.
“'Thanks, Mother. We’d better hurry. Don’t want to miss something exciting.' Arriving, Jacob said.
“‘That’s what I call a crowd. Let’s get close to the hillside where the Teacher sits. We’ll hear better there.'
"It was late afternoon. 'Jacob, my stomach’s growling. Where is the lunch?'
“'You brought food? Good.’ A fisherman stood behind Jacob. 'Come. The Teacher needs you. By the way, I’m Andrew.' The boys ran to keep up.
“The Teacher smiled as Jacob put his brown bundle into His outstretched hand. He lifted His voice, gave thanks and began to distribute the food to His disciples and the disciples to those sitting down, as much as they wanted. So the men sat down, about five thousand in number.”
“Wait, Grandfather. The Teacher fed five thousand with five loaves and two fish? Big loaves?”
“No. About the size of dinner rolls. But when we give what we hold in our hands to the Teacher, He uses it and multiples it for the good of others. Little is much when blessed by the Lord, even a brown bundle.”
Kingdom Thinking. When I keep my hands fisted, I miss out. But open, the things in my hands become gifts to Him. He multiples them for my good and His glory. He promises to love me with an everlasting love. He’ll never leave nor forsake me. He offers the same to you. Won’t you come?
“The Brown Bundle Mystery,” Timmy read the title, snuggled under the covers. “Sounds exciting.” Grandfather put on his glasses and began to read.
“‘Mother,' Jacob entered the house. 'I’ve heard a great crowd has gathered to hear the Teacher. May I go? I’ve done my chores.'
“‘Alone?'
“‘Rueben’s waiting for me by the gate.'
“'Not so fast, son. Here’s lunch. Five barley loaves and two fish. At least you won’t starve. Share with Rueben,' she said, handing him a brown bundle.
“'Thanks, Mother. We’d better hurry. Don’t want to miss something exciting.' Arriving, Jacob said.
“‘That’s what I call a crowd. Let’s get close to the hillside where the Teacher sits. We’ll hear better there.'
"It was late afternoon. 'Jacob, my stomach’s growling. Where is the lunch?'“'You brought food? Good.’ A fisherman stood behind Jacob. 'Come. The Teacher needs you. By the way, I’m Andrew.' The boys ran to keep up.
“The Teacher smiled as Jacob put his brown bundle into His outstretched hand. He lifted His voice, gave thanks and began to distribute the food to His disciples and the disciples to those sitting down, as much as they wanted. So the men sat down, about five thousand in number.”
“Wait, Grandfather. The Teacher fed five thousand with five loaves and two fish? Big loaves?”
“No. About the size of dinner rolls. But when we give what we hold in our hands to the Teacher, He uses it and multiples it for the good of others. Little is much when blessed by the Lord, even a brown bundle.”
Kingdom Thinking. When I keep my hands fisted, I miss out. But open, the things in my hands become gifts to Him. He multiples them for my good and His glory. He promises to love me with an everlasting love. He’ll never leave nor forsake me. He offers the same to you. Won’t you come?