More than 5,000 had come to hear Jesus. The sick had come hoping that what they had heard about this wonder worker was true. “Maybe he’ll see my pleurisy, my shattered limb, my disfigurement, and heal me.”
The crowd must have included exhausted moms, unemployed workers and struggling farmers, whose lives had become a fog of hopelessness. Also included were the depressed, the homeless, the disabled, sitting in the back, embarrassed to be there or not wanting to be noticed. Prostitutes, thieves, alcoholics, addicts, and abusers were also looking on from the shadows, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible.
They all found a place on the grass. And Jesus welcomed every one of them. And he fed them. He fed them all.