How a Little Boy Helped Jesus
When Jesus was a full time resident of the Holy Land, naturally everybody wanted to see Jesus and talk to Jesus.
One little boy asked his mother if he could tag along with some villagers who were going to listen to a talk Jesus was giving. His mother said sure and packed him a lunch which consisted of five small loaves of bread and two little fishes.
Apparently little boys weren’t nearly as picky about their lunches in biblical days as they are now.
When they got to where Jesus was giving a talk, there was a big crowd. The intimate gathering that had come to hear Jesus speak soon grew to epic proportions which was no big whoop because just about everything in Biblical days was of epic proportions.
But this gathering was really getting big. We would have described it nowadays as Jesuspalooza!
And the crowd just stayed and stayed no matter how many times Jesus tried to hint that maybe the crowd should all head on home now.
Soon the crowd was starving, and could barely hear what Jesus was saying over of the rumble of their 5,000 stomachs!
Things were just getting awkward, and Jesus couldn’t ask them all to stay for dinner because there wasn’t anywhere to procure any food. (This was way, way before take-out was invented.)
Just then the little boy took out his five small loaves of bread and two little fishes and set it out before him. When he looked up — all eyes were on him. One of Jesus helpers said, “Hey little boy, how’s about thou giveth thou lunch to Jesus?”
Before you know it, Jesus was making the little boy’s lunch stretch to feed the multitudes. (The multitudes was a term used in biblical days to describe three or more people.)
When it was all over and everybody was full and had gone home, Jesus and his helpers gathered up the random loaves of bread and fish that were just lying around and managed to fill twelve baskets full.
And since there is no mention of where these twelve baskets came from, it’s probably safe to assume it was another one of Jesus’ miracles - although they could have been left by a basket vendor who was attending the festivities, but let’s just go with miracle.
Until next time . . . I love you