Old Testament: Genesis 46:1-7, 28-34
Morning Psalms: Psalms 42, 43
New Testament: 1 Corinthians 9:1-15
Gospel: Mark 6:30-46
Evening Psalms: Psalms 85, 86
“The apostles gathered around Jesus, and told him all that they had done and taught. He said to them, ‘Come away…all by yourselves and rest a while.’ …And all ate and were filled; Those who had eaten the loaves numbered five thousand men.”
I grew up one of seven children in a middle class family. My father was a banker and my mother was the dutiful stay-at-home mom/wife. Managing the day-to-day schedules and responsibilities of seven children would overwhelm the strongest of women. Yet, my mom did that and so much more. Shamefully, and as a mother of only three, there are days when I wonder if I’m capable of doing likewise. I cannot imagine respecting anyone more than I respect my mother.
Our home was a haven for far more than just my family. It wasn’t unusual for me to arrive at home and find my next-door neighbor having a snack at our kitchen table; his mom worked, and he didn’t like to be home alone after school. He knew he was safe and welcome at our house. And it wasn’t just my friends. My brothers’ friends were notorious for stopping by on Tuesday afternoons, even if my brothers weren’t home, because they knew my mom baked on Tuesday mornings. “No better place to get a hug and a brownie,” they’d say. During my oldest brother’s college years away from home, he would consistently just show up with 3 or 4 friends from school who were missing home and needed a decent meal. My mom never turned anyone away. She’d go to work in her kitchen making something out of nothing in no time flat so that these boys would get a little slice of home. It didn’t matter what you threw mom’s way -- she was ready to feed one or five thousand! Our home was open to anyone and everyone. And, not unlike the story in the Gospel, there always seemed to be enough…..enough food, enough laughter, and most definitely, always enough love to go around!