
A few months after feeding the five thousand, Jesus again multiplied bread and fish, this time providing a meal for four thousand men and their families (Matthew 15:32-39; Mark 8:1-10). “He took the seven loaves and the fish, gave thanks, broke them, and gave them to the disciples, and the disciples gave them to the crowds. They all ate and were satisfied. They collected the leftover pieces—seven large baskets full” (Matthew 15:36-37).
“He immediately got into the boat with his disciples and went” across the lake (Mark 8:10). What occurred in the boat is interesting and instructive.
“The disciples had forgotten to take bread and had only one loaf with them in the boat” (Mark 8:14). Oh no! We could starve to death before we get to the other side… we only have one loaf of bread… and there were twelve Apostles and their Rabbi. My tummy is growling just thinking about it!!!
As Peter and his companions were “discussing among themselves that they did not have any bread… (Jesus) said to them, ‘Why are you discussing the fact you have no bread? Don’t you understand or comprehend? Do you have hardened hearts? Do you have eyes and not see; do you have ears and not hear? And do you not remember? When I broke the five loaves for the five thousand, how many baskets full of leftovers did you collect?’ ‘Twelve, they told him. ‘When I broke the seven loaves for the four thousand, how many baskets full of pieces did you collect?’ ‘Seven,’ they said. And he said to them, ‘Don’t you understand yet?’ ” (Mark 8:17-21).
I want to laugh. And then I sense the Spirit asking me, “Don’t you understand yet?”
When I’m worried … when I’m afraid … when I’m grieving … when I’m alone … “Don’t you understand yet?”
I don’t want to laugh … I want to cry.
“… think on these things” (Philippians 4:8, KJV).

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