Multiplying Miracles in My Life
Each of my novels takes one of Christ’s miracles and puts it in the hands of a mere mortal. None of them do miracles intentionally, they just seem to have this ability that manifests itself when the time is right.
And so I’ve read and reread the accounts of walking on water, feeding the five thousand, and the catch of fish (there are two of them). Which made something Francis Chan wrote in his book Crazy Love really jump out at me. He was talking about the time Jesus turned a little boys lunch into enough food to feed thousands of people.
“Imagine if the disciples had simply held onto the food Jesus gave them, continually thanking Him for providing lunch for them.”
The disciples found food that would have provided them–just them–with an adequate lunch. How tempting would it have been to think that Jesus had made sure there was just enough to feed his helpers? His disciples? The rest of the people could have gone back home to eat. From an earthly point of view it might even seem ideal. Send the people away–give Jesus a break and the disciples a chance to eat–then preach more another time. Perfect. Thank you Father!
But that wasn’t the plan. The plan was crazy, impossible, inexplicable. The plan was to feed everyone with next to nothing. How many times have I thanked God for what he’s given me and then just tucked it away for myself? Oh, I’m appreciative. I thank God all the time. But maybe he isn’t looking for appreciation. Maybe he’s looking for action.
- How can I multiply the money he’s given me?
- How can I multiply my talents?
- How can I multiply my time?
- How can I multiply his love for me?
- How can I multiply this teensy mustard seed of faith?
I’m still figuring all of that out. But I’m pretty sure there’s more to it than saying, “thanks.” I’m pretty sure I need to DO something with all those gifts. And I can’t wait to see how God will multiply them when I do.