Rocky Mountain National Park, Tundra Overlook by Fr Matt
Jesus wasn’t in the jolliest of places when the necessity to feed five thousand people and heal their sick was dumped in his lap. His great mentor, John the Baptist, had just been decapitated by Herod. Think about it, if your great friend and mentor just had his head lopped off by a cruel dictator, how do you think you’d feel?
Jesus just wants to be alone. He gets into a boat and goes away by himself. He doesn’t even take Peter and James and John with him. Sometimes you just have to shut off the noise of the world. The trouble is, the noise doesn’t want to be shut off. Need and sickness and hunger follow Jesus and don’t even allow him time to be sad and process.
So what does he do? He summons up his compassion, and he meets their needs. Even while grieving—and we have to believe that Jesus grieved—it turns out he had enough love in him to get the job done.
The disciples' reaction to the crowd was one of anxiety. There a saying that "Every tomorrow has two handles. We can take hold of it with the handle of anxiety or the handle of faith." Jesus approached the problem with the handle of faith. Once Jesus started to act confidently, telling the apostles to start handing out the five loaves and two fishes, the apostles, and it seems everyone else, caught the spirit and started
Feeding the crowds that Jesus found his grief fading away. We always feel better, whether we are grief-stricken or in whatever way focusing on ourselves, when we go out to others.
A man's wife had died. He was beside himself. He took flowers to her grave every day. He consulted a priest-therapist who counseled him for three months. One day the priest saw the flowers the man had brought to his session and the priest said, "Today, I don't want you to go to place those flowers on your wife's grave. I want you to go to St. John's Hospital down the block and go into each room and give a flower to the patient you find there." The next week the man came to his session in an elated state. "I had a wonderful time giving those flowers away. Those people appreciated them so much and I made so many friends. I can't stay today for my session since I'm going back to visit the new friends I met."
I'm sure Jesus didn't refuse anyone in that crowd from eating, he didn't exclude anyone.
Many years ago, there was a woman who lived in a small village in France. Trained as a nurse, she devoted her life to caring for the sick and needy. After many years of kind and selfless service to the village's families, the woman died. She had no family of her own, so the townsfolk planned a beautiful funeral for her, a fitting tribute to the woman to whom so many owed their lives. The parish priest, however, pointed out that, because she was a Protestant, she could not be buried in the town's Catholic cemetery. The villagers protested, but the priest held firm. It was not easy for the priest either, because he too had been cared for by the woman during a serious illness. But the canons of the Church were very clear; she would have to buried outside the fence of the cemetery. The day of the funeral arrived, and the whole village accompanied the woman's casket to the cemetery, where she was buried--outside the fence. But that night, a group of villagers, armed with shovels, sneaked into the cemetery. They then quietly set to work--moving the fence.
More astounding than Jesus' feeding of the crowds with a few pieces of bread and fish is Jesus' transforming the crowd into a community, a community united in their need for one another, in the bread they share, in the love of Christ who has brought them together. Christ empowers each one of us to perform our own miracles of creating community when we "move the fences" to include outsiders.
Lord, I pray for all my Sonshine Friends that we pick up our shovels and move the fences of prejudice and judgement and welcome the rejected and forgotten to our tables, when we give of what little we have, joyfully and gratefully, for the sake of others, when we welcome one another as we would welcome Jesus.







