THE MIRACLE OF THE LOAVES AND FISHES

One of our Gospel readings during Advent was Matthew’s account of the miracle of the loaves and fishes. Christ went up on the mountain, near the Sea of Galilee. He sat down. “Great crowds” came to him: the lame, the blind, the deformed, the mute. “They placed them at his feet and he cured them.”

You can picture the stage set: Christ, the Messiah, seated on top of the mountain: the crowds so far below they are literally at his feet. They have to crane their necks to see his face.

This would be the place where an earthly king would whip out his scepter, call for his   crown, and start issuing orders to his minions. But Christ is completely different than an earthly king.

Far from using his office to summon more power to himself, he lets his power go out to those who need healing, which is another way of saying those who need love. They’re thronging his place on the mountain, jostling, elbowing, handing forward the sickest one by one to the front. We can picture him bending down, cocking his head to hear, reaching out to tenderly touch heads, faces, hands.

“Jesus did not deem equality with God something to be grasped out. Rather, he emptied himself, taking the form of a slave” (Philippians 2:6-7). He emptied himself and in the emptying, cured droves, swarms, hordes of the desperate: the lame walked, the deaf heard, the blind saw. And they gave glory to Israel.

But that’s not enough. After three days—imagine how exhausted Christ must have been after three solid days of self-emptying—his heart is moved with pity. They’re hungry, he realizes; they might collapse on the way home.

I wonder if the reason the thought occurred to him was that he was hungry himself. When had he had time to eat? Plus, if he and the twelve disciples were down to seven loaves of bread and a few fish for the journey home, their own larder wasn’t exactly overflowing, either.

The disciples react exactly as most of us would: “Is it not enough we’ve been opening our veins for these people for three days? We’re hungry, too! They can walk and hear and see now: tell them to buy their own darn bread!”

But nowhere in the Bible is it said, “God helps those who help themselves.” God the Father helps those who can’t help themselves. So Christ orders the disciples to bring their own relatively meager provisions, gives thanks, breaks the bread and…the multitude is fed.

We’re called to do the same. Raïssa Maritain, poet, contemplative, and wife of Catholic philosopher Jacques Maritain, observed: “I have the feeling that what is asked of us is to live in the whirlwind, without keeping back any of our substance, without keeping back anything for ourselves, neither rest nor friendships nor health nor leisure—to pray incessantly…in fact to let ourselves pitch and toss in the waves of the divine will till the day when it will say: ‘That’s enough..’ “

Last week just for the heck of it I opened a Word doc, entitled it “Circle People,” and started randomly typing the many, many names that came to mind. People who over the years since I began writing have shared their stories, conflicts, troubles and joys, asked me for prayers, offered their own, invited me to wrestle with an issue of the day. People who have thanked, encouraged, supported, challenged, and corrected me.

Some are priests; some would not step foot in a church of any kind if you paid them. Some, I’d wager, voted one way in November; some voted another. Some have welcomed me to their parishes to speak. Some have asked me to help them to discern a vocation or a decision.

I realized that while I’d been going about what I think of as my “real work,” this incredible network of connections, generated by a kind of holy energy, had formed itself. I started wondering if perhaps this kind of small circle, available to all of us, requiring no special training, charism, gift and thus utterly within our reach, is one way that we can evangelize.

If only we’re willing to stretch a little, risk a little, leave our comfort zones, I started thinking! Why, we could spread the Gospels, by which I simply mean love, to the ends of the earth!

The miracle of the loaves and fishes is so dramatic, remarkable and unexpected that we tend to skip over the coda. When I went back to the parable, what jumped out at me was: “They all ate and were satisfied. They picked up the fragments left over—seven baskets full.”

We’re called to give from our substance. But in the abundance of God, there is always something in it for us. That’s when I realized that I haven’t been feeding the Circle People. In my profound hunger and need—they’ve been feeding me.

4 Replies to “THE MIRACLE OF THE LOAVES AND FISHES”

  1. Twinkle Dad says: Reply

    ” … what is asked of us is to live in the whirlwind” — 2020, Q.E.D. 🤔

    1. HEATHER KING says: Reply

      Raissa! God bless you Bill!! Merry Christmas out there in Phoenix–Eternal thanks for your loyalty and support.

  2. Philippe Garmy says: Reply

    This season of covidtide has indeed given Advent a bizarre, challenging twist…with all our vulnerabilities fully exposed, limited personal contact with friends and family, a sustaining sadness and fear of the unknown seems to rule our minds and our hearts. And so I find myself praying the rosary often, so that I can take in his presence…renewing and feeding my worrisome mind, hungry heart and soul with that peace which surpasses all our frail human understanding.
    That moment of surrendering to pray is paradoxically liberating…my fingers and hands clutching the rosary lovingly, breathing the promising words aloud to fill a starving world with hope…there’s this prolonged intimacy as you traverse the mysteries in words and meditation, decade by decade, as if holding hands with our Blessed Sweet Mother, until the final utterance of prayer is complete and you gently kiss the cross in loving gratitude. What began with loneliness, fear and hunger, now yields a holy torrent of grace, mercy and a sweet assurance that we are indeed not alone, that we need only ask in love and be willing to practice his holy presence in our daily lives.
    From a cold, wet and grey Paris in covidtide, I pray you live a most Joyeux Noël, Heather!

    1. HEATHER KING says: Reply

      What a beautiful reflection on the Rosary, Mary, Christmas…thank you Philippe. Many years ago, still in the depths of my drinking I spent a Christmas eve in Paris–and though not yet a Catholic, my equally spiritually lost friends and I found our way to Notre Dame…the snow was falling…even in my reduced state I remember the hush…the candles…the expectant crowd…the holiness…Cold, damp and gray here in Southern California today as well–Joyeux Noel to you, and all in Paris, across the miles!

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