Sermon for September 2nd, 2018

Matthew 14:13-21

13 Now when Jesus heard this, he withdrew from there in a boat to a deserted place by himself. But when the crowds heard it, they followed him on foot from the towns. 14 When he went ashore, he saw a great crowd; and he had compassion for them and cured their sick. 15 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.” 16 Jesus said to them, “They need not go away; you give them something to eat.” 17 They replied, “We have nothing here but five loaves and two fish.” 18 And he said, “Bring them here to me.” 19 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. 20 And all ate and were filled; and they took up what was left over of the broken pieces, twelve baskets full. 21 And those who ate were about five thousand men, besides women and children.

Miracles: Loaves and Fish

For several weeks now, we've been talking about miracles. I'm reminded of the story about old Bill, the devout cowboy, who lost his Bible while he was driving cattle across the plains. When Bill realized that his Bible was missing, he was devastated--it was his only source of hope and inspiration during those long, lonely days out on the range. He immediately got down on his knees to pray, asking God to help him find the lost book. As soon as he said "Amen" he looked up, and there was one of his longhorn cattle, standing right in front of him, holding the lost Bible in its mouth. The animal quietly dropped the Bible right at Bill's boots. At this, the grateful old cowboy lifted his eyes to heaven and exclaimed, "Thank you, Lord, for this great miracle!" To which the longhorn steer replied, "Well...It's not really a miracle, Bill. I mean, your name's written right inside the cover." And Bill, thinking about this, said, "Yeah, I guess you're right...hey...wait a minute..."

Sometimes the *real* miracle is not the obvious thing, the flashy thing, or the first thing we notice, but rather that subtle, simple surprise that only dawns on us slowly, in the aftermath of a life-transforming experience.