I love that Jesus is fearful.
He climbs the mountain and sits down.
The needy crowd follows him and sits at his feet waiting
and he heals them, speaks of their suffering,
tells his disciples his heart is sick.
He fears they will collapse for lack of food.
Could he assuage their hunger
as he heals their ills? He doesn’t.
He uses real food.
I use real food.
This must be the oneness of divinity and humanity.
What about when you swirl the hot pan with oil,
when you peel, slice, and chop the sweet onion,
when you sauté everything you have prepared and marinated,
is it not real food?
This is sacramental.
We are hungry children, a needy crowd.
How fearful we are when everyone is waiting
for us to provide and heal. And yet we feed
and heal and love through this sacrament of bread and fish
of food and grace.