The gospels record that Jesus fed 5,000 men (Matthew 14:21) once and 4,000 men another time (Matthew 15:38). Each time, he took a small amount of bread and fish, and then he miraculously fed an enormous number of people.
At our final Senior Adult Luncheon of the year at the Church I lead, 33 adults came and enjoyed a fried fish dinner. Throughout the spring and summer, I catch lots of fish, and I keep them to feed our senior citizens twice a year. The last few times I have done it, one of the men in the group also contributed fish, and we had more than enough to feed the whole crew. Often, there are leftovers for people to take home and enjoy later.
For this lunch, I cooked 180 pieces of fish and fed the 33. It was not miraculous, but it was splendid. Every time I have the opportunity to spend time with this group, it is humbling for me. I look out at them and see all those years of life experience. They have seen love and loss. They have known war and peace. They have watched the world change in more ways than I can fathom. And yet, they are still holding onto faith. After a lifetime of joy and pain, they still cling to Jesus as the only hope for eternity.
During the first seven years I was at this Church, I led the youth group. That demographic is thriving in our community, with more than 75 kids coming every Wednesday night now. Recently, six of them have placed their faith in Jesus and were baptized. I love watching them learn and grow. They hold so much potential for the future.
But those 33 are the joy of my ministry. Those people who follow Jesus for a lifetime. I hope and pray all 75 of those teens will one day enjoy a senior’s ministry, too. My desire is for them to spend their whole lives clinging to their faith.
Youth group is an incredible ministry, but feeding the 33 touches the depths of my soul.