"The Pharisees
came and began to argue with him, asking him for a sign from heaven, to test
him. And he sighed deeply in his spirit and said, 'Why does this generation ask
for a sign? Truly I tell you, no sign will be given to this generation.' And he
left them, and getting into the boat again, he went across to the other side.
Now the disciples had
forgotten to bring any bread; and they had only one loaf with them in the boat.
And he cautioned them, saying, 'Watch out--beware of the yeast of the Pharisees
and the yeast of Herod.' They said to one another, 'It is because we have no
bread.' And becoming aware of it, Jesus said to them, 'Why are you talking
about having no bread? Do you still not perceive or understand? Are your hearts
hardened? Do you have eyes, and fail to see? Do you have ears, and fail to
hear? And do you not remember? When I broke the five loaves for five thousand,
how many baskets full of broken pieces did you collect?' And they said to him,
'Seven.' Then he said to them, 'Do you not yet understand?'" Mark 8: 11-21
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You fed thousands, healed hundreds,
raised the dead--
yet you said that no sign would be given
to that generation.
Your whole life
was a sign to that generation.
What more could they possibly have needed?
No wonder you sighed
deep in your spirit.
And here we are thinking
today
that if only we'd lived back then,
had gotten to know you, see you, touch you and
hear you speak, then
surely we'd believe.
That if only it was our sight you restored or
our boat you walked out to or
our hands in your side then
surely we'd trust in you.
But then again,
here were your closest friends
sitting in a boat fretting about how to make do
with one loaf of bread--
and you were sitting right there in the boat with them
when, at the very last place you were together,
the very last place
you fed, not 12, but 5,000 people
with not-enough bread.
Yet still
they didn't trust you
to provide for them.
Is that your point?
Everything's a sign
if we trust you,
and nothing's a sign
if we don't.
Here I am fretting because I can't
find my wallet
again
and I've just remembered that the
last time this happened,
the very last time
I sent up a prayer and found it
under the seat in the car
(a place that I'd already checked
three times)
and here I am fretting
when I should be sending up a prayer
and checking under the seat in the
car
again.
Maybe,
just maybe,
it's a sign.
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