“Five loaves and two fish are all we have here.” (Matthew 14:17)
A couple months ago, I gave a copy of my book, Be Not Afraid, to a homeless man. As I pulled up the corner, I was prepared to give him a package of food as I usually do, but I felt this tug on my heart to give him my study. Me. In my soccer-mom minivan, living in my cozy home with a loving family. I was supposed to tell this man begging for help to not be afraid. I felt so foolish. It was literally the least I could do.
But, I felt that God was pushing me to give it to him, so as he approached, I sheepishly asked if he would like a copy. He, of course, was very gracious, and accepted it joyfully, telling me that he had made some bad decisions, ended up in jail, and there he had found his faith in Jesus. He was trying to give back and straighten out his life. The light turned, and I had to go, and I’ve been looking for him ever since.
Last weekend, I found him again, and asked what he thought of the book. He was so excited, saying that the first page spoke directly to him, asking, “Where are you placing your trust?” He realized that he was placing his trust in his plan, not in Jesus’ plan. In two months, he found a job, has a home, and is continuing to look for ways to help others. Unbelievable. God took my very least and made it abundant to overflowing. Sometimes God asks us to do mighty things. Most times, God asks us to do the smallest of things. The wonder in both is watching how He takes and moves within each one. Five loaves and two fish? It is enough.
“They all ate and were satisfied, and they picked up the fragments left over–twelve wicker baskets full. Those who ate were about five thousand men, not counting women and children.” (Matthew 14:20)