Yesterday (11.6.2008) we had an interesting experience. We had prepared food the previous day. We ate and there was some remaining. We decided not to cook afresh—we would do with what remained. It didn’t look much but we knew it would be just about enough for the five of us.
When we got ready to take our supper, all of us were seated except one—our first born son. We rang him on his mobile and told him to come home immediately so that we could take supper together.
He was with his friends in the neighbourhood. He arrived hardly 5 minutes later—accompanied by two of his friends. It was obvious that the food would not be enough for 7 people. Our son’s friends said that they wouldn’t mind taking supper with us. We thought of cooking afresh but we didn’t have anything that could be fixed that fast. Actually we were already seated at the table and were in an eating mood—starting a process of cooking will be difficult. We spoke some Kiswahili with my wife trying to consult. Our kids, not to mention their Norwegian friends, don’t understand Kiswahili. This means that we can consult even on things concerning them without them knowing what we are talking about. By the way, we didn’t keep Kiswahili away from them so that we can talk about them without understanding that we are talking about them. We tried our best to teach them our languages but we have failed—they are not interested. We still try though.
The consultation was more of wondering why it coincided that we had visitation when we didn’t have enough food. The idea of cooking was out of question; telling the friends of our son that they couldn’t eat with us was another out of question issue.
My wife usually serves the kids but yesterday, she asked me to do the serving. I was about to ask her why, but I complied, thinking that maybe she was afraid of getting embarrassed when the food failed to go round. I never considered that she assigned me the job because I had a magic hand.
I took the serving spoon and set upon the job. Mysteriously, the food went round and it didn’t just go round, we ate and were full all of us. The kids didn’t even realise that we had had a psychological crisis occasioned by the thought that we had little food.
This reminds me of the story where Jesus fed 5 thousand people—the food virtually multiplying as it was being shared out. Christ started with borrowed five small barley loaves and two small fish from a boy.
Daniel, I am so glad that I took the time to search out this article of yours! I had "chills" while reading for I just knew where you were going with it. I can identify! You've inspired me to write about it. Thank you so much for your very encouraging words on my articles. Bless you! (Barbara)
I enjoyed reading this. The title grabbed me as I love sharing.....It is beautiful and fulfilling. Continue to share the Good News. There are many still waiting to here about the love of our Saviour. God bless!
Yes, Daniel, there IS something magic about sharing! It's the simple little things in life that make us KNOW - there's Something magic about our very Being, our Faith, our Creator, and everything about our Lives! Thanks for sharing this modern-day multiplication of the barley loaves & Fish - His Magic is still here! Nicely done.