Why is it so hard to remember?
The disciples entered the boat. After finding themselves in the midst of the crowds drawn to him, they finally get Jesus to themselves.
But then it happens. Someone notices something. It’s what’s missing that is recognized. No one brought lunch for the journey.
But the disciples forgot to pack a lunch. Except for a single loaf of bread, there wasn’t a crumb in the boat.
Meanwhile, the disciples were finding fault with each other because they had forgotten to bring bread.
And the arguing commences. Someone dropped the ball. Now what? Hungry stomachs fuel angry spirits.
Jesus overheard and said, “Why are you fussing because you forgot bread? (
Remembering the lunch isn’t the problem.
Remembering who is the Bread of Life is.
Did they forget Jesus was in the boat?
Don’t you see the point of all this? Don’t you get it at all? Remember the five loaves I broke for the five thousand? How many baskets of leftovers did you pick up?”
They said, “Twelve.”
“And the seven loaves for the four thousand—how many bags full of leftovers did you get?”
He said, “Do you still not get it?”
I see myself in that boat. How many times does Jesus need to remind me that I have witnessed him multiplying loaves and fishes?
Yet, I forget.
Anne Vos Kamp in “The Broken Way” calls it “soul amnesia.”
Despite, witnessing the divine intersecting earth, I am back to my human perspective of troubleshooting. One that often involves fear and sometimes blame.
Did I forget Jesus is in my boat?
Thankfully, his patience never ends. Despite my repeated short term memory. Nor does his desire to meet my needs.
Sometimes I need to hear the reminder. “Do you still not get it?”
This post is based on the text from Mark 8:14-21)
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