I scanned the cafeteria, looking for a familiar face. My heart raced as I clutched the tray, fearful I might lose my grip, sending my spaghetti flying.
I was at a new school and this was my defining moment, setting the tone for the days ahead.
I was sweating bullets.
Now (thankfully!) my acne had cleared up, I had a bit more confidence, and was at a new school with a clean slate.
Please let me find someone I know, I said to myself. I can’t bear to sit alone.
To my relief, I saw someone I kind of knew (a football player) but he was in his element surrounded by “cool kids” – jocks, cheerleaders, kids with perfectly white teeth and nicely-gelled hair.
There’s no way I can go over there. Not with that crowd.
My heart sank. But then…
my moment of truth.
I saw a friend of mine! He waved me over and said, “Hey man, c’mon and join us.”
That was my initiation. I was “in.” He introduced me to his friends who would soon become my friends. They were cool; not on the level of the football players, but cool nonetheless.
I sat back, breathed a sigh of relief, and ate my lunch.
Think back to your school days? Does this ring true for you?
Lunchtime in school can make or break a person. It really can.
And sometimes a simple lunch can change the world. (Tweet this.)
Here’s what I mean:
A few thousand years ago there was another mealtime – one that would go down in history.
It all started with a little boy. The boy and his father had heard about this great Man who was teaching nearby.
So, the boy’s mother (like all good mothers) packed him a lunch to take.
When they found the place where Jesus was, the little boy listened intently, taking in every word. As the hours passed, he could feel his stomach growling and decided to unwrap the lunch his mother made – five small pieces of bread and two fish.
A moment later, one of Jesus’ followers, a man named Andrew, looked right at the boy and said, “Here’s some food but it’s not enough to feed thousands.”
Before his first bite, the boy was asked to give over his lunch.
Of course he hesitated. He was hungry after all. But this was Jesus. There was something about Him, something that made the boy believe everything would be okay.
The boy watched as Jesus lifted the bread and fish toward heaven, prayed, and then instructed it to be passed out to all the people.
The boy couldn’t believe it. Jesus took his insignificant lunch and turned it into a feast where thousands ate.
Someone once asked me:
“How do you get started to discover your purpose? What if you don’t have the experience or education? What do you do?”
Just give over your lunch.
That’s it. That’s the first step.
Hand over the few pieces of bread and fish you have – your dreams, your hopes, those passions within – and watch Jesus take it, bless it, and feed the multitudes.
It’s amazing what God can do when we allow Him to have our lunch.
Questions: How have you seen God distribute your “lunch” and feed people? What is one thing you need to give over to Him?
(Note: This Bible story is found in John 6:1-15)
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