Well, first off, I don’t not accept that nobody in the crowd had a crumb besides the five loaves and the two fish. It could have been that way.
Nevertheless, I think it is clear that everyone there came to that wasteland, not for a free lunch, but for Jesus. With 5,000 people there, it is unlikely that nobody had anything. If they really had gone out into the desert to hear him, then surely if they had anything to share, then out it came. I do believe that.
But, you know, maybe they had no idea how much he would have to give them spiritually. Maybe they weren’t ready for it to take that long. Or maybe these were people who were so poor that they figured they could starve as easily out there as closer in to town. Maybe they not only did not have a crumb to share, but having so hung on His every word that the time passed without their knowing it, they had been fasting. It could have been that way, too. If you made me guess, I’d say it was all of these, depending who you looked at. Whatever they did have between them, it was far, far short of what was needed. You are right…nobody dreamed that these people could be fed in that wasteland. That much is absolutely clear. The disciples weren’t worried that they had a selfish crowd on their hands. They were afraid people were going to start passing out. This is not a story about what people can do, if they share. This is a story about what God will do, if we believe.
Belief, though, is an action. God didn’t say, “No food? Oh, well, look here! A buffet!” No, Jesus said, “Feed them yourselves.” You have to put your pittance out there, when called upon to do so, believing that God will make up the huge gap between what you have and what He intends. Sometimes it will come from where you might have expected, but you have to have the kind of trust that believes that sometimes it will come from you can’t imagine where or how. That’s what I think this story is about, I think. Whether anyone put in some food from a non-miraculous source is besides the point. The generous provision was a miracle, and a miracle that would not have happened without Jesus.
At any rate, the Gospels are never about them, back then. It is about us, right now. That radical kind of trust is what we’re called to. Our pastor made that much clear, and for that I’m thankful. Now if only I could live that…