This morning I was studying for the toddler class I teach at church and our lesson for tomorrow is about Jesus feeding the 5000. I have heard the story many times, perhaps you have, too....
Jesus and his disciples need to feed a lot of people but there is no where around to get food. The disciples kind of throw their hands up in the air and say "We don't have enough for everyone..this is impossible." Someone notices the lunch of a little boy, but it only has a couple fish and 5 loaves of bread inside. The little boy gives it to Jesus and the rest is history.
I've always focused on the miracle itself when I think about that event. But this morning when I was reading, I kept going back to the little boy. He offered up what must have seemed like nothing in regards to feeding the whole group. At the same time it was actually everything that little boy had. I'm sure he didn't know what was coming in the moment he handed it over, but what an amazing thing to see what Jesus did with what little he had to offer.
Sometimes I feel like all I have to offer is just not enough, so why even bother? Why eat right this meal when I know I blew it this morning? Why clean the bathroom when the rest of the house is a wreck? Why do _______ when I know I am completely unqualified? I'm sure someone can relate to this way of thinking.
Well, today as I was running my furthest distance to date, 6 miles, I began thinking about the little boy again. I could see myself in him. When I first began running I could only do a quarter mile at a time. It wasn't much compared to the others on the treadmills around me running for what seemed like hours on end. I was tempted at times to quit because my few minutes of exercise seemed so futile. Like, what could running this little bit even do for me?
But, I did it anyway. I kept bringing my measly lunch to Jesus over and over again, week after week, day after day. Eventually the quarter turned into a whole and the whole into 2, then 3, then 4, and so on. He took my offering and multiplied it beyond my wildest dreams.
So, yeah-- The miracle still blows me away. But what blows me away even more I think, is the tiny little offering that made it possible.
P.S. On the topic of miracles...When I began training for the half marathon, I also began praying that God would miraculously heal my knee. About 2 months ago I could hardly do a 5K without being in excruciating pain from an injury in 2009. Can I tell you? I ran the entire 6 miles today without noticing knee pain even once. Don't even try to tell me God didn't do that.