My Loaves and Fishes

bread and fishby Susan Miller

I would like to relate a day in my life about 4 months ago. It was a Monday, the day I usually meet the team at the jail in Fort Saskatchewan. I had to work that day, which was not unusual, as I often work Mondays. So, that meant I had to get all my work done before lunch. My last job of the day typically is to give medication to the seniors while they are having lunch, usually around 11:30 am. But this particular day, lunch was not served until almost noon, which meant I had just lost about 30 minutes off an already tight schedule. I quickly gave out the meds, changed my clothes, and headed to Fort Saskatchewan, knowing full well I would never make it there on time.

Needless to say, I was a little upset. OF ALL DAYS, they had to pick this day to serve lunch late. As I was driving down the highway, my mind was going about as fast as my vehicle, and not with happy, positive thoughts.

By the time I got to the jail, I had come to the conclusion that I probably should quit coming altogether and would tell Sandy (the team leader) after the meeting. After all, I was sure she hated me being late and probably wanted to “Fire Me,” but wasn’t quite sure how to go about it. So, I would save her some time and grief and volunteer my retirement.

As you can see, I was not exactly in the best frame of mind to be presenting the gospel. There I was late, frustrated, and ready to quit.

When I got to the chapel, everyone had arrived and was divided into 4 groups, with each team member leading a group. I had 6 girls in mine. Only one (her name was Terri) had ever been to Connecting Streams before. Terri had been saved a few weeks earlier while reading the Captivity Series by Katie Sousa.

We read the first chapter of the Captivity Series and began discussing what we had read. At some point, I explained that we were sinners, took them back to Adam as to how sin originated, and explained that the only way to remove this sin is to pray and ask Jesus to forgive us and surrender our lives to God. We continued talking, and when it was almost time for them to go, one to the new girls asked me if we could pray.

Usually before the girls go back to their unit, we ask them if they have any prayer requests, then we pray. At first I thought that was what she meant, but then I realized she had never been to a meeting before, so she couldn’t know we prayed at the end. Still a little confused, I asked her, “Do you mean the prayer to ask Jesus into your heart?” Two of the girls said “Yes,” at the same time.

We prayed, and all 5 of those lovely ladies received Christ as their Savior.

What a relief to know I don’t have to be perfect for God to use me. In fact, I don’t even have to be on time – ALTHOUGH it is highly recommended!

Just like the little boy in the Bible, who gave the disciples his seemingly insignificant lunch and fed thousands, I gave God what I had that Monday – and it was not much either. He took my seemingly insignificant loaves and fish and fed 5 ladies with it. It could be argued that my bread was stale and my fish stunk, but God used it anyway.

That day in the jail reminded me again that little is much when God is in it. It is not about me and my abilities, or lack of them; it is about giving myself to the Holy Spirit and letting Him accomplish what He wants to accomplish through me.

We all have a part in the process of leading people to Christ. In the Amplified, I Cor. 3:8 says “He who plants and he who waters are equal (one in aim, of the same importance and esteem), yet each shall receive his reward (wages), according to his own labor.”

Jesus, while speaking to His disciples in John 4:35, said, “Open your eyes and look at the fields, they are ripe for harvest. Even now the reaper draws his wages, even now he harvests the crop for eternal life, so that the sower and the reaper may be glad together.”

We don’t always know what part of the equation we fall into: the one who sows, the one who waters, or the one who reaps. But if we will GO – we will have a part in the harvest. Only in eternity will we fully realize the extent of our labors.

I would like to close with this prayer:

All about you Lord,
Not about me.
All about you Lord,
Help me to see
That what
I’m here for
Is to glorify Thee.
Open my eyes Lord,
Teach me to see.

2017-08-24T20:14:16+00:00March 28th, 2012|Faith Adventure Stories|0 Comments

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