Andrew steps forward, his hands on the shoulders of a boy holding out a basket. “This young man has five barley loaves and two fish.” Just a child, who doesn’t know the gift of his lunch is insignificant in light of so many to feed. Even Andrew, who first recognized Jesus as the Chosen One, points out that it isn’t enough.
And it never is enough is it? What we have is grossly inadequate. A lack of time, not enough finances, poor health. Maybe we feel like don’t have the necessary talent for the task before us.
Jesus instructs the people to sit down on the grass. He takes the bread and fish in his rough carpenter’s hands and holds it up. Lifting his head, He gives thanks to His Heavenly Father, the One who has the resources of the universe at his disposal.
And the simple lunch is enough. Miraculously, as Jesus breaks the bread, abundance flows from his fingers. Enough to feed all those present with leftovers to fill twelve baskets.
“What do you have?” asks Jesus.
“Not much,” I answer. Small abilities, problems I can’t fix; some broken stuff. Like the boy, I will hand over the things in my hand. I will ask Him to bless it and somehow, He will make it enough.