The Boy Who Gave His Lunch

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction based on Scripture, specifically John 6:1-14. While the events are rooted in biblical truth, the perspective and details have been imagined to bring the story to life.

I was just a boy when it happened, but I remember it like it was yesterday. My mother had packed me a small lunch that morning—five barley loaves and two fish. It wasn’t much, but it was enough for me. I never imagined I would see something so amazing happen that day.

There were people everywhere—thousands of them! They had come to hear from a man they called Jesus. I didn’t know much about Him, but this was my first time seeing Him. He didn’t look like a king or a mighty warrior like I’d imagined. But when He spoke, it was like His words were alive. Everyone was listening. Even the wind seemed to stop so it wouldn’t interrupt Him.

By midday, the crowd grew restless. Many had traveled far to see Jesus, and it seemed like no one had brought food. The sun beat down, and people were starting to look worried. I noticed one of Jesus’ disciples, a man named Andrew, walking through the crowd. He was asking if anyone had food. I hesitated. My lunch wasn’t enough for all these people. It barely felt like enough for me. But something in me—maybe it was curiosity, maybe it was faith—made me speak up. “I have some bread and fish,” I said, holding up my bundle.

Andrew looked at me with a smile. “Come with me,” he said. I followed him to Jesus, feeling both proud and scared. When I handed my lunch to Jesus, He looked at me with eyes that seemed to see straight into my heart. “Thank you,” He said, His voice gentle and kind.

Jesus took the bread and fish, lifted His face to the sky, and prayed. It was a simple prayer of thanks, but it felt like the heavens themselves opened. Then He started breaking the bread and fish into pieces and handing them to His disciples. They carried the food to the crowd, basket after basket. I couldn’t believe my eyes! The bread and fish never ran out. Everyone ate until they were full—thousands of men, women, and children, all fed from my little lunch.

Afterward, Jesus told His disciples to gather the leftovers so nothing would be wasted. They collected twelve baskets of food! Twelve! I couldn’t stop smiling. I had given so little, but Jesus had made it more than enough.

That day, I learned something I’ll never forget. Jesus can take the little we have and use it to do amazing things. It’s not about how much we give; it’s about trusting Him with what we have.

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“What I write is not for everyone, but what I write is meant for someone.”

I am the author of two books: Embracing God’s Wisdom: A Journey of Faith and Reflection and Embracing God’s Wisdom: Paul’s Commands for Victorious Living. Both are available on Amazon.

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“I thank Christ Jesus our Lord, who has strengthened me, because He considered me faithful, putting me into service.” (1 Timothy 1:12)