Love and Fish Sandwiches
I think I've figured out how Jesus did the loaves and fishes thing. He had a Scandinavian woman with no concept of portion control helping out.
On Mondays, for the past couple weeks, I've been going over to Mavis' home and bringing dinner. (Mavis is the mom of my friend Kim who died recently of cystic fibrosis) We eat together and then she talks to me about Kim has me help her pack up Kim's things, help dispose of the funeral flowers, catch centepedes, plan the spring garden, and move boxes, etc. It's nice - she's a wonderful woman.
Last night, I came over and Mavis had neglected to mention that there were 4 extra people there! Her son, his wife and baby, plus Kim's fiancee. Tabbouleh and mazo ball soup for 2 didn't seem likely to satisfy! Then, I realized - I had brought an entire bag of pita bread for the tabbouleh. The amount of tabbouleh I brought was rather outlandish. Plus, the mazo balls were nearly the size of grapefruit. I warmed up the soup, put out the tabbouleh and flatbread, split the mazo balls in two, and hoped for the best. (hoping for the best is essential in any situation like this) People ate and were satisfied. People laughed, drank delicious wine, played with a baby, finished with a fortuitous cheesecake, and did the dishes. Good times.
Miracles don't have to be flashy and impossible feats. A good dose of love added to the mix can spread simple things a long way. Have a good day, folks, and always hope for the best.
On Mondays, for the past couple weeks, I've been going over to Mavis' home and bringing dinner. (Mavis is the mom of my friend Kim who died recently of cystic fibrosis) We eat together and then she talks to me about Kim has me help her pack up Kim's things, help dispose of the funeral flowers, catch centepedes, plan the spring garden, and move boxes, etc. It's nice - she's a wonderful woman.
Last night, I came over and Mavis had neglected to mention that there were 4 extra people there! Her son, his wife and baby, plus Kim's fiancee. Tabbouleh and mazo ball soup for 2 didn't seem likely to satisfy! Then, I realized - I had brought an entire bag of pita bread for the tabbouleh. The amount of tabbouleh I brought was rather outlandish. Plus, the mazo balls were nearly the size of grapefruit. I warmed up the soup, put out the tabbouleh and flatbread, split the mazo balls in two, and hoped for the best. (hoping for the best is essential in any situation like this) People ate and were satisfied. People laughed, drank delicious wine, played with a baby, finished with a fortuitous cheesecake, and did the dishes. Good times.
Miracles don't have to be flashy and impossible feats. A good dose of love added to the mix can spread simple things a long way. Have a good day, folks, and always hope for the best.