I read about a couple who'd eaten lunch at a roadside diner. After they'd left and travelled a fair distance down the road the woman realized she'd forgotten her glasses. Her husband turned the car around and headed back, complaining all the way. The trip was anything but pleasant.
As she got out of the car and prepared to shut the door, her husband muttered, "While you're in there, you may as well get my hat."
Do I ever relate! How about you? Name it, I've forgotten it: my glasses, my jacket, supper that should have been taken out to thaw or an email needing to be sent. Everything is on the table. At least I meant to put it there.
It's interesting to note that forgetfulness also characterized some of Jesus' disciples. They'd been part of a huge gathering, four thousand folk to be exact, and it came time to feed them all. I can't really fault them for wondering how they could ever accomplish that with a mere seven loaves of bread and a few fish. No problem for Jesus, though. Not only did He feed them, He instructed the disciples to pick up the leftovers.
Fast forward a few hours and omit a few details: the crowd has been dismissed and Jesus and the disciples get in a boat and head for the region of Dalmanutha. Enter protesters. He dismisses them and gets back in the boat with the disciples and off they go. (Mark 8: 1-21)
Then a voice: "Oops! We forgot to take bread!"
After blurting out their forgetfulness, Jesus spoke up: "Listen" and they began to squirm. "He's annoyed because we forgot supper," they whispered.
He spoke, "Don't forget how I met the needs of four thousand people. Never will I fail My own."
And that includes us, too!
