The power of hope is rarely found in us. It is something that comes from our love and faith in someone else. As with love and faith, it is assured because of experience in the past and a presence that is real right now.
So I am in a desert with 5,000 men, possibly 2,000 women and possibly 500 children. I want to see them fed, physically, after spending a day with them. Those who had brought food had already eaten it. There is at least one child who was playing so much with the other kids that he had still not eaten his lunch. What is the hope that I experience when Jesus asks my team to feed them? Unfortunately, Jesus, we are in a hopeless situation – this is not going to happen, unless you can do something with five loaves of bread and two fish?
This is it – this is the phrase that changes our lives – these are the words that matter, that are transformational, and these are the words that infuse hope into our hopeless world — “bring them here to me.”
I am afraid that if I write anymore I might possibly give us an excuse that this does not apply to you or I. It applies to everyone.
When he went ashore, he saw a great crowd; and he had compassion for them and cured their sick. When it was evening, the disciples came to him and said, “This is a deserted place, and the hour is now late; send the crowds away so that they may go into the villages and buy food for themselves.” Jesus said to them, “They need not go away; you give them something to eat.” They replied, “We have nothing here but five loaves and two fish.” And he said, “Bring them here to me.” Then he ordered the crowds to sit down on the grass. Taking the five loaves and the two fish, he looked up to heaven, and blessed and broke the loaves, and gave them to the disciples, and the disciples gave them to the crowds. And all ate and were filled; and they took up what was left over of the broken pieces, twelve baskets full. And those who ate were about five thousand men, besides women and children. – Matthew 14:14-21