Whose Hands?

 

I heard a radio preacher this morning speaking on John chapter 6 and I began to think (which is a scary thing).  Jesus had been preaching all morning and the people were hungry.  The disciples had only a little money in their petty cash bag.  Sounds like most churches that I know.  Only one little boy had thought to bring a lunch of five tiny biscuits and two little sardines, but what good was that tiny lunch among so many?  In the boy’s hands, it wasn’t much, but in Jesus’ hands, it was sufficient.  Jesus broke the bread, prayed to the Father, and handed out food over and over again to his disciples and they in turn handed it out to others and fed 5,000 men (besides the women and children)!  This is where I began to think.  A basketball is nothing in my hands, but in Michael Jordan’s hands, it is five-time NBA MVP and six-time NBA champion.  A tennis racket is nothing in my hands, but in Venus Williams’ hands it is seven Grand Slam singles titles, 16 Grand Slam doubles titles, and four Olympic gold medals.  The basketball, the tennis racket, and the lunch are ordinary; the difference is who is holding them.  Andrew saw the problem and said in John 6:9, “… but what are they among so many?”  Jesus saw the problem too, but Jesus WAS the solution.  Remember, you may not be able to solve your problems, but Jesus can.  Hey, put your life into the hands of the One who is the problem-solver.  You’ll never be sorry that you did.