A Faithful and Persistent Momma
By David Baker - Associate Pastor of Worship Ministries
“Put your coat on! I’m cold!”
“Did you wash your hands?”
“If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a million times!”
“Don’t look at me in that tone of voice!”
“You roll your eyes at me, I’ll roll them right back to you!”
The voices of our mothers over the years conjure up phrases like these. Perhaps, as mothers of younger children, these are sounds you’re hearing coming out of your own mouths? As we reflect upon our moms and are reminded of several “mom-isms,” we pretty much can all agree for the most part that they were looking out for us, their children, their babies – no matter how old we may be!
In my mind’s eye, he’s 10 years old. “Mom! My friends and I want to go hear this teacher that’s been traveling around!”
“I don’t know, son. Who are you going with?”
“Cameron and Stevie-weavie!” (Insert your favorite Hebrew names here.)
“What do their parents say?”
“They said they can go if I go.”
“Well, okay. Let me make you a lunch to take with you.”
“Mom! I’m not a little kid anymore! I’m TEN! Cameron and Steve aren’t taking anything!”
“Well, you may get hungry before you’re back. You can share with them if you need to.”
“Sigh. Okay, but I’m going to be the only one there with a sack lunch!”
John chapter 6 tells us: When Jesus looked up and saw a great crowd coming toward him, he said to Philip, “Where shall we buy bread for these people to eat?” He asked this only to test him, for he already had in mind what he was going to do. Philip answered him, “It would take more than half a year’s wages (200 denarii = 200 days’ wages) to buy enough bread for each one to have a bite!” Another of his disciples, Andrew, Simon Peter’s brother, spoke up, “Here is a boy with five small barley loaves and two small fish, but how far will they go among so many?”
Jesus then took the loaves, gave thanks, and distributed to those who were seated as much as they wanted. He did the same with the fish. When they had all had enough to eat, he said to his disciples, “Gather the pieces that are left over. Let nothing be wasted.” So they gathered them and filled twelve baskets with the pieces of the five barley loaves left over by those who had eaten.
Yes, we certainly thank God for the little boy who shared his lunch with Jesus. But we should also thank God for the mom who packed his lunch.