NO FISH AND NO BREAD
Matt. 14:17 ¶ And they said to Him, “We have here only five loaves and two fish.”
Today happens to be my sixtieth birthday, wow, does that sound weird. I have to be the most blessed of all men alive today. I am married to the most beautiful woman on earth, I have four awesome kids, and five amazing grand kids. I am pastoring the greatest church I have ever been to and the Lord has allowed me to preach on six different continents. Life is good.
I was saved and called into the ministry when I was twenty one years old, by the grace of God I have never looked back. I have seen thousands of people healed and touched by the fire of revival and quite a number of churches and ministries have been birthed from our church. I don’t want to sound boastful, I want to give thanks to the Lord for what He has done. He has done and is doing exceedingly abundantly above and beyond what I could ask or think. I was recently reading Spurgeon’s commentary on Matthew, his sentiments kind of sum up my feelings.
“It is a good thing to know how very poor we are, and how far from being able to meet the wants of the people around us. It is good to be made to confess this in so many words to our Lord. Truly, he who writes this comment has often felt as if he had neither loaf or fish; yet for some forty years and more he has been a full-handed waiter at the King’s Great banquets.”
That expresses my heart completely. I came into this work with nothing to offer, not even a loaf of bread or a small fish, and the Lord has filled my hands time and time again with His abundance. I am that full-handed waiter that Spurgeon was describing. Who but God could have started Feed the Multitudes and funded it using the empty hands of a congregation struggling to survive? Who but our Lord could have launched a soul winning production with a group of youth and inexperienced ministers like Beyond the Grave that has seen over 65,000 decisions for Christ besides having an impact on untold thousands of lukewarm Christians? Who but our God could have fed thousands of people daily for eleven months after the disaster called Katrina decimated our city? Who in their right mind could take credit for any of those things?
So I have to say it again, I am blessed above all men. I am happy to be sixty years old pastoring the greatest of all churches in New Orleans, Louisiana. Although we have seen more than our share of the goodness of God, I still have a great expectancy in my soul. It seems like I remember something about our amazing Lord, He loves to save the best for last. I have a feeling His most shocking miracles are reserved for the days just ahead of us.