April is quickly approaching. This new month brings an achingly familiar sense of anxiety and dread. April 8th marks one three years since my dad went to heaven. One Three years since I’ve held his hand or heard his laugh or hugged his neck. In some ways it seems like it was a lifetime ago, but in other ways it still feels so fresh and raw..like it only happened yesterday and I’m still trying to catch my breath.
There’s a story nestled in Matthew chapter 14 that most skip over because it has become so familiar to us. Jesus was preaching to a large crowd all day and it began to get late. The disciples wanted to send the crowd on their way so that they could get something to eat in their own villages, but Jesus said there was no need for them to leave. He simply told the disciples to give them something to eat. The disciples claimed that they didn’t have enough food but only 5 loaves of bread and two fish from a little boy in the crowd. Jesus told the disciples to bring Him the food they had. He took the bread, gave thanks for it, and then broke it. The disciples passed out the food to each person and everyone ate and was satisfied. Not only did everyone have more than enough to eat that evening, but the Bible says there were 12 basketfuls of broken pieces left over.
I grew up hearing this story in Sunday School and Vacation Bible School. It wasn’t until I read this story as an adult, and I mean really read it, that I caught some of the details that make this story so beautiful. The first detail I see is Jesus did not want to send those that were hungry and tired away to fend for themselves. He wanted them to find sustenance and satisfaction in Him. He wanted them to look to Him to provide for even their most basic needs. He still wants that from us too. He wants us to look to him to fulfill every need of our hearts, even when, if not especially when, they are hurting. We just have to lay all the messy and jagged pieces we have at His feet and he turns it into enough. The second detail I see is that Jesus first gave thanks for the bread and then broke it. This seems a little odd. It’s rare that someone would give thanks for something and turn around and immediately break it. But Jesus knew something that is hard for us to comprehend. He knew that it was through the breaking of the bread that the miracle would happen. That is true in our own lives. God uses the situations that devastate, wreck, and break us to be the very foundation of the miracle He wants to work in and through us. The breaking makes room for the miracle.
The third and final detail I see is the twelve basketfuls of broken pieces that were left over after the entire crowd was satisfied. I’m so thankful that Matthew called them broken pieces. He didn’t say that Jesus restored the bread to its original form. He didn’t say that Jesus made the extra pieces back into a whole and happy loaf. No, Matthew said that there were 12 basketfuls of broken pieces left over. In my own life, I find myself constantly searching and flailing to get back to some sense of normal since I lost my dad. I want to go back to the way things were, but that’s not how Jesus works. The pieces of my heart are still broken and in a sense they probably will always be broken, but we can rest assured that Jesus is still working miracles to meet the needs of His people. And He doesn’t just meet them, but does exceedingly more than we can ask or imagine on our behalf.