George H. Morrison - Devotional Sermons
Devotional For
March 19
Feeding the Five Thousand
And he commanded the multitude to sit
down on the grass, and took the five loaves, and the two fishes, and looking up
to heaven, he blessed, and brake, and gave the loaves to his disciples, and the
disciples to the multitude--Mat 14:19
The Only Miracle Recorded in All Four
Gospels
This is the only miracle recorded in each
of the four Gospels, and we must take that as a token of the profound
impression which it made. To us, the raising of Lazarus is more astounding than
this mountain feast; but had we lived in Galilee, and heard the common talk, we
should have perhaps found that this miracle was graven deepest on men's hearts.
Most of the other miracles had been seen by few. There was no crowd near when
the Nain widow got her son again. When Lazarus awoke, there were only the
village neighbours present. But here five thousand lips had eaten, and five
thousand lips would talk, until in every farm house and cottage this miracle
would be a household word. That deep impression is registered in the fourfold
narrative.
Only a word is needed to describe the
miracle. Partly to avoid the dangerous neighbourhood of Herod, and still more,
to refresh His overstrained disciples--for there is nothing like a day with
Christ among the hills for making a worried heart itself again--Jesus and His
disciples cross the lake, and steer for the quiet hills by the north shore.
Alas! there was to be little rest that day. The folk had seen them launching.
They hurry round by the north end of the lake, meeting and mingling with the
pilgrim-companies making for Jerusalem to keep the Passover. And as the prow of
the boat grates on the beach, and Jesus and His disciples step ashore, God's
great cathedral of the mountainside, whose roof is heaven and whose organ music
is the sea, is thronged with a vast and eager congregation. Then Jesus heals,
and teaches, and in the evening feeds them. Which done, the stars come out, and
the crowds are scattered, and the disciples are rowing homeward to Capernaum,
and Jesus is on the mountainside in prayer.
Christ's Compassion
Note first that this miracle had its roots
in Christ's compassion. When He stepped ashore and saw much people, we read
that He was moved with compassion towards them. And all the healing, and
teaching, and feeding of that memorable day sprang from that pity in the heart
of Christ. And that is the glory of divine compassion it is the source and
spring of noble deeds. Often we pity where we cannot help. But the compassion
of Jesus sprang into action always. It set Him healing, teaching, feeding
hungry men, and it still draws Him to the same service. Is Christ my
compassionate High Priest today? Then He will help me in my struggle to be
true. He will lift me up when I have failed and fallen. He will feed me when my
soul is starving.
One Food for All
Mark, too, there was but one food for all
these thousands. The rich were there, journeying to Jerusalem, and the poorest
of the poor were there, from the rude huts by the lakeside. Yonder were the
quick merchants from the cities, here lolled the farmhands from the fields.
There was a mother crooning to her babe, and here were the children romping on
the green. Old men were there with the first glow of heaven about them, and
young men with the first glow of earth. Yet Jesus fed them all with the same
bread. The strange thing is that no one scorned the victual. All ate, and all
were filled. No swift relays of courses had ever been so sweet as the single
dish with Jesus on the hill.
Now the wonderful thing about Christ--the
living Bread--is that He satisfies us all. What a great gulf between the Jew of
Tarsus and the ignorant fishers of Bethsaida! What a world between the gentle
Lydia and the rude jailer at Philippi! Yet the power of Christ that made a man
of Peter was no less mighty in the heart of Paul; and the love of God that won
the love of Lydia conquered the jailor too. In all love, says a thinker, there
is something levelling; and the love of God is the great leveller of the ages.
It knows no social barriers. It is not powerless where temperaments differ. It
comes to all, this one glorious Gospel of the grace of God, and all may feed
and be satisfied.
Jesus Uses Gifts Men Bring Him
Again note, that in satisfying the needs of
men Christ uses the gifts which men bring Him. Had Jesus so willed, He could
have made bread out of the stones. In times past, God had called water from the
rock, and brought manna from the windows of heaven, and I do not know why God
in Christ might not have summoned these hidden stores again. But Jesus'
miracles were acted parables, not wrought to amaze, but to instruct. And so He
takes what the disciples give Him, and uses that to feed the crowd. It is often
Christ's way to help the world through men. It is His plan to bring the Kingdom
in through us. And if we take our gifts, however poor and humble, and lay them
freely at the feet of Jesus, He will so bless and multiply and use them that we
shall be amazed, and recognise His hand.
The Bread Increased in the Breaking of
It
I see, too, that it was in the breaking
that the bread increased. A wonder-worker would have touched the loaves, and
made them swell and multiply before the crowd. But Jesus blessed, and brake,
and gave to the disciples, and as they brake the bread, it increased. It was
through the blessing that the miracle was wrought, and through the breaking
that it was realised. And ever, through the breaking, comes the increase, and
in the using of our gifts, with God's blessing, are our gifts enlarged. Trade
with your talent bravely, and it shall be five. Power springs from power, and
service out of service. Never try to do good, and you will find no good to do.
Do all the little good you can, and every day will bring a fresh capacity and a
new opportunity, until you find that "there is that scattereth and yet
increaseth."
Careful of the Fragments
And lastly, note that Jesus was very
careful of the fragments. One would have thought that Jesus was too rich to
trouble Himself about the fragments. Surely it was but labour lost to sweat and
stoop and stumble in the dark, to fill their wicker baskets with the scraps.
But Jesus is imperious. "Gather the fragments that remain," is His
command. And the twelve disciples, who a little before had been sent out to
heal and teach and preach the Gospel, had now, in the presence of the
thousands, to set about sweeping the crumbs. It was a splendid discipline.
Someone has said that if two angels came to earth, the one to rule an empire,
and the other to sweep a crossing, they would never seek to interchange their
tasks. And our own poet has told us that:
A servant with this clause
Makes drudgery divine,
Who sweeps a room as for Thy laws,
Makes that and the
action fine.
But was that all? I think not. It was not
merely to discipline the disciples that Jesus commanded the fragments to be
gathered. We cannot read the story of His life, but we detect a care for the
fragments through it all. The fragment of a day, how He employed it! The
fragment of a life, how He redeemed it! The fragment of a character, how He
ennobled it! Yes, that is His great passion--to love and lift our fragmentary
lives till they are brought into the image of His own.
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