And they all ate and were satisfied. And they took up twelve baskets full of broken pieces and of the fish. And those who ate the loaves were five thousand men.
Mark 6:42-43
Jesus feeds the five thousand. I know you’ve probably heard the story hundreds of times throughout church. A short while after…
In those days, when again a great crowd had gathered, and they had nothing to eat, he called his disciples to him and said to them, “I have compassion on the crowd, because they have been with me now three days and have nothing to eat. And if I send them away hungry to their homes, they will faint on the way. And some of them have come from far away.” And his disciples answered him, “How can one feed these people with bread here in this desolate place?” And he asked them, “How many loaves do you have?” They said, “Seven.” And he directed the crowd to sit down on the ground. And he took the seven loaves, and having given thanks, he broke them and gave them to his disciples to set before the people; and they set them before the crowd. And they had a few small fish. And having blessed them, he said that these also should be set before them. And they ate and were satisfied. And they took up the broken pieces left over, seven baskets full. And there were about four thousand people. And he sent them away.
Mark 8:1-9
When I read this I get a little taken back by the disciples reply to Jesus. I mean surly after him feeding five thousand they wouldn’t say how can one feed these people with bread here in this desolate place. But the next bit stuns me even more. Right after this they get onto a boat with Jesus and this is what happens.
And they began discussing with one another the fact that they had no bread. And Jesus, aware of this, said to them, “Why are you discussing the fact that you have no bread? Do you not yet perceive or understand? Are your hearts hardened? Having eyes do you not see, and having ears do you not hear? And do you not remember? When I broke the five loaves for the five thousand, how many baskets full of broken pieces did you take up?” They said to him, “Twelve.” “And the seven for the four thousand, how many baskets full of broken pieces did you take up?” And they said to him, “Seven.” And he said to them, “Do you not yet understand?”
Mark 8:16-21
It just takes me back how stupid they can actually be. Like Jesus does something that day and they still don’t believe that he can do it again. It just surprises me so much. Surely I’m not as stupid as that.. Surely I fully understand. As I said on the last post we are all eager to judge others and make excuses for ourselves so this caused me to look at myself.
I’ve had 17 main moments in my life when I have seen, hear and felt God act in ways that I cannot comprehend. They were all moments when I was just blown away. Apart from these main moments that have happened directly to me I have heard about many other times of healing and seen the results. I have had uncountable times in my life when I have had healing in smaller ways, compared to the main moments, just after prayer. I have read about all the incredible things in the Bible and what Jesus did when he was here on earth. I have saw how the Holy Spirit worked through from Genesis to the New Testament, unto the first church and I still see how he works today. I have had times of calling in my life and have saw the incredible plans that God had for me and how he made them come about, through lots of wee events that made things possible.
I must have such an incredible faith. Like I must pray and things just happen because my faith… How couldn’t I have such a great faith in God? Right? But it amazes me that I doubt so much. That even with small things in life sometimes I don’t have faith. Simple things like worrying about something or fearing something is a lack of faith. It’s me saying to God that he isn’t big enough for this problem or he isn’t big enough tackle something. There’s times when I dream about doing something and then thoughts come into my head and it’s like you can never do that. I even had doubts the day when I saw and felt God grow my leg to be the same size as the other. The exact same day I kept putting my legs together to make sure they were still the same size. There was some part of me that just couldn’t take it in. I just could understand or say, ‘okay God. I get it now and from now on I’m going to believe everything you say!’ I have such a lack of faith at times in my life. What about you? And what are you going to do about it? I know I’m going to pray!
