The bible makes me laugh so much of the time….
Many of us have read or heard the story about Jesus feeding the five-thousand. For those who haven’t, check out John 6. The story is in Matthew, Mark and Luke also if you want to compare.
The people gather, they want something to eat and three types emerge.
There were five thousand men plus women and children. Those aren’t the three types. It tells how the Lord told them to sit down. So the men sat. The fact that we don’t hear about the women sitting is what makes me laugh.
We’ve all been there. The guys sit down to watch the game while the children are climbing the walls, causing trouble. The moms are running around after them saying, “put that down, quit hitting your brother, don’t eat that…”
So there were three groups, the ones sitting, the ones running. But, then there was Jesus and by association, his disciples. They were giving.
I have been the one sitting. Waiting for something amazing to happen. Looking for God to move so that I can see for myself that He is real. Not lifting a finger except to put food in my mouth.
I have been the one running. Chasing my tail. Busy with so many things, so many good things. Mainly just running.
I want to be someone that is giving. Giving Jesus the little that I have, all that is me. Letting Him break it and bless it. And then giving to those that God puts in my life.
It’s easy to get caught up in sleeping, apathy, checking out. Just as easy to be caught in the race to prove myself, to follow the chaos, chasing dreams that evaporate before I can put my hand on them.
But nothing compares to being a vessel. Being the one that God calls to touch and bless others.