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| Five Loaves, Two Fishes |
The hillside was alive with hunger and hope. I was only a boy with a small basket, yet what I saw that day has never left me. My name is Eli, and this is what I witnessed.
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The morning sun spilled over our village when my mother placed the basket in my hands. Five barley loaves, two small fish, wrapped in cloth still warm from the hearth. “Take this, Eli,” she said softly. “You’ll need strength for the day. Stay close to me.” Her voice carried both caution and eagerness, for word had spread quickly: the Teacher was near. They said He healed the sick, that demons fled at His command, that His words carried the weight of heaven.
We joined the stream of people walking the dusty road, mothers with children slung across their hips, men helping the frail along, others carrying mats for the sick. The air buzzed with expectancy. Some whispered Messiah. Others muttered doubt. But all of us walked. My mother’s hand was firm on my shoulder as the crowd thickened, urging me forward with her.
By the time we reached the hillside, the sea of people seemed endless. We found a place to sit, the basket heavy in my lap. Then I heard Him. Jesus. His voice rose over the hum of the crowd, steady and sure, yet gentle as if meant for each of us alone. He spoke of God’s kingdom — not distant, not unreachable, but near, breaking in among us. The sick leaned forward, children grew quiet, even the wind seemed to still. My mother’s eyes shone as though she had been waiting her whole life for words like these.
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Hours slipped by, yet no one moved. His words filled us in ways food could not. But as the sun climbed, hunger began to gnaw at us. A baby cried, then another. Men shifted uneasily. Even my mother grew pale, and I felt the heaviness of my basket. Five loaves. Two fish. Enough for the two of us, but what was that against a multitude? I pressed it closer to me, ashamed for even thinking of it.
The disciples moved through the crowd, their voices low, concern etched across their faces. I caught fragments. “Send them away.” “There is no food.” “Where shall we buy bread?” But Jesus only shook His head. “You give them something to eat.”
It seemed impossible.
I looked at my mother. She had noticed my grip on the basket. Her brow furrowed, but then her face softened. “Perhaps,” she whispered, “it is not as little as you think.” I did not understand her, but her words stayed with me.
That was when Andrew’s eyes found me. His gaze dropped to the basket in my lap. “What’s that you’ve got, lad?” My throat went dry. “Five loaves. Two fish. My mother packed them.”
He smiled kindly, then turned to Jesus. “Here is a boy with five barley loaves and two fish… but what are they among so many?”
Heat rushed into my face. I wanted to hide, to pull my mother away into the press of the crowd. Why bring me forward? Why offer so little when the need was so great?
But then Jesus looked at me.
His eyes met mine — not hurried, not dismissive, but steady, searching, as if He saw more than the bread, more than the fish, more than me even. There was no ridicule there, no impatience. Only love, and something deeper still: invitation. My chest tightened. Somehow, I knew what I must do.
My mother gave me the slightest nod, and I placed the basket into His hands. My fingers trembled as He took it.
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He lifted His eyes to heaven, gave thanks, and began to break the bread. Piece after piece, again and again. At first, I thought the food would vanish quickly, crumbs scattered in the wind. But it didn’t. With every break, there was more. The loaves did not shrink. The fish did not lessen. His hands moved with calm certainty, as though this had always been the plan.
The disciples came forward with empty baskets, and Jesus filled them. They carried the food into the crowd. Families tore off hunks of bread, eyes wide in disbelief. Children ate until their bellies were round. The frail grew strong again. Laughter rose across the hillside, mingling with the smell of bread and fish filling the air.
I watched, unable to move, the wonder swelling inside me. My mother pressed her hand to her mouth, tears streaking her cheeks.
The baskets kept coming, and Jesus kept breaking. There was no end to it. It was as if creation itself flowed from His hands, the same voice that spoke light now speaking bread into being.
By the time everyone had eaten their fill — not a taste, not a morsel, but full, satisfied — Jesus told the disciples to gather the leftovers. They moved through the crowd, filling basket after basket. Twelve in all. Each brimming. More than I had started with.
I sat stunned, staring at what had once been mine. My meager offering, my poor loaves, my two small fish — abundance now.
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The crowd buzzed with awe, some whispering prophet, others saying surely the Messiah. I heard none of it. I only heard the pounding of my own heart and the quiet echo of His gaze on me.
That night, as my mother and I walked back to the village, she touched my shoulder. “You see, Eli,” she said, her voice trembling with wonder, “nothing is small in His hands.”
Even now, years later, I remember it clearly — the hillside, the hunger, the breaking of bread that never ran out. I was only a boy, my gift so small. Yet when I placed it in His hands, it became more than enough.
And whenever I am tempted to think my life too little, my faith too weak, my offering too meager, I whisper the truth I learned that day:
Give Him what you have. He will make it more than enough.
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