Our scripture today picks up
with a crowd, several hundred of whom had just come from Jesus’ miraculous
feeding of 5000 with a one boy’s small lunch.
They had just listened to his teaching and then eaten from these baskets
of food that were passed, abundance of food, food that filled them all and then
had more leftovers than they knew what to do with, food that had seemingly come
out of nowhere – appearing from a small gift and a simple prayer.
And somehow, shortly after
this, Jesus had slipped away. Disappeared. These several hundred were intent on
tracking him down.
Here is what happens when
they find him.
Once upon a time there was a
creative and adventurous Maker who devised a whole new kind of creature and
brought it to life. The Maker longed to
share the most precious parts of the maker’s own self, and so formed these creatures for real
connection with their Maker, each other and even all creation. Each one of these creatures would be
completely unique; each one lifting up and drawing out the others in a kind of
exquisite harmony, finding and fulfilling their true purpose when they lived in
union with their Maker and connection with each other and all creation in love.
They were astounding to
behold. Beautiful and complex, distinct
but connected, and capable of seemingly infinitely more beauty, complexity,
distinction and connection than they even appeared to contain at first
glance. They were the pinnacle of all this
Maker had ever made, and filled the Maker with deep satisfaction and delight.
Because these creatures were
designed for full participation with their Maker, they were unlike any other in
their capacity to be known and to know joy, and that meant that the most poignant,
most powerful, most important thing the Maker had put into these creatures, that
which lay at the core of their very beings, the thing that set them apart and filled
them with promise and thrilling possibility, was their hunger.
Hunger meant that they could
eat and feel satisfied. It meant that
they could hear music and be inspired. It
meant they could experience something and celebrate it, that they could
understand and could share, and that they would seek to understand more deeply
and share more fully.
It meant that they imagined
there was more, and they craved it. More
hope, more beauty, more joy, a deeper connection with each other and the
world.
Hunger taught them what they
needed and who they were. It was their
gauge, their compass, their consciousness, meant to lead them always to fuller
participation and connection with their Maker and each other.
So no matter how different
they seemed from one another, they all had the same hunger within – hunger for
food, for movement, and belonging, hunger for meaning, for self-expression, and
connection, hunger for beauty, for love and wholeness.
They did what they did, they
were who they were, from their hunger.
And every time that they
were satisfied, every time they felt full, whole or complete, every time they
truly connected to another, each time they contributed something meaningful to
the world, every moment of loveliness, delight, or true rest, they were connected
to their Maker, joining in creativity and adventure, fully alive, fully who
they were created to be.
And this pleased their Maker
greatly.
But after some time, they began
to realize that their hunger meant they were never completely satisfied, at least not permanently. And they began to discover that once they
had eaten, it was only a matter of time before they would need to eat
again. They saw that once they had
tasted joy, it wore off and they longed more deeply for another sip.
And they had started to see
that their hunger meant that they had to rely on each other - a hunger for
connection cannot be met alone, a hunger for belonging only works if there is
someone to belong to. A hunger for
expression and contribution may compel one to write a powerful story, paint a
breathtaking landscape, or play a spirit-soaring melody, but if nobody else read,
saw or heard what they did they couldn’t be fully satisfied. And so sometimes, often, their hunger went
unfilled.
Before long, their hunger,
their greatest gift, began to make them miserable. Sadness and anger filled them in all the
places and ways their hunger grew, unsatisfied, untended, unnoticed. They blamed each other for failing to fill
them, and they scorned their Maker for this massive design flaw. After a time, they began to detest the very
gift that was made to show them who they were.
They resented their hunger,
they despised their hunger, they saw it as a burden, a chore, a humiliating
liability.
So they starved themselves
and called it noble.
They denied themselves and
called it strong.
They confused their hunger
for weakness and devised all sorts of clever and complicated strategies to
overcome it, which of course, they couldn’t, so they hungered for more ways to
ignore and eliminate their hunger, to avoid ever having to face it.
They horded food and turned
their back on the hunger of others.
They made industries and
economies that exploited the hunger inside of others, persuading, convincing
that their magic item or special serum, perfect pill or tantalizing trip could
stop hunger forever, could cap the incessant ache.
They pitied those whose
hunger was more obvious, less hidden: the young, the old, the hopelessly artistic
or mentally troubled.
They made hunger the enemy,
and all the while it throbbed inside of them, starved and neglected. And this struggle left them perpetually anxious,
weary and afraid.
And this grieved their Maker
greatly.
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When we come upon Jesus in
our story today we find him found out by a ravenous crowd. They had eaten their fill of the bread, and
they wanted more. But more than a free
meal, they wanted something this experience had stirred in them, something at
their core, something that touched the place of their deepest longing, deepest
hope, deepest fears. They were hungry. And so they followed him and found him.
“So,” Jesus says, “you do
all this work to track me down for a meal that doesn’t satisfy, when you could
eat the bread that will satisfy you for all eternity?”
“How can we get this?” they
want to know. “What should we do?”
“Believe in me,” he answers
them. “Trust in me.”
But they are suspicious,
doubting, and afraid to hear.
“Why should we believe?”
They ask. “Give us a sign! Moses gave the people manna in the wilderness, so
they trusted in him, what sign will you give us to trust in you?”
And Jesus answers, “This
bread that Moses gave wasn’t something he
did, it was from God. And God gives
bread from heaven for the life of the world.”
And now their hunger is
really awakened. Now they can feel
themselves craving, longing, seeking, and they sense that most dangerous and
glorious of hungers come alive – hope: and so they cry, “Sir, Give us this
bread always!”
And Jesus answers them, “I AM
the bread of life. Whoever comes to me
will never be hungry, whoever believes in me will never be thirsty.”
And not to be a downer, but
the story doesn’t end happily right here. This conversation goes on much further and
much longer. Much more back and forth,
argument, challenge, frustration, even disappointment. At one point, in fact, crowds aside, his own disciples
themselves were saying, “This is really difficult teaching! Who can accept
this?”
And finally this long exchange
ends with many who had been following him turning away in exasperation and
giving up on him.
When this happens, he turns
and asks the twelve disciples, those closest to him in all the world, “What
about you? Will you also go away?”
And Peter answers on behalf
of all of them, “Lord, where in the world are we going to go? You have the
words of eternal life.”
I can’t help feeling a bit
of camaraderie with the crowds. I would
be frustrated too. What is he talking
about? We have real hunger and want real
food, real hope, real life – what could you possibly mean, Jesus, that you ARE
the food, the hope, the life?
Jesus awakened their hunger
while also reminding them that the hunger itself is from God. He sent them back into the longing, the
search, the joy that comes when fulfillment is tasted, the promise it speaks to
about the day when all will be filled.
And this is a scary place to
live. These are not easy words to let
in. By opening yourself to joy you open
yourself to pain, by acknowledging the hunger you also recognize that for all
the times it is filled, there are plenty of other times when it isn’t. And not fleeing the hunger, but noticing what
it has to tell you is a poignant place to live.
A raw, honest, and sometimes difficult
place to live. But it is where Jesus is
found. And it is where the invitation
from Jesus resides.
“Believe in the one whom God
has sent.” he said.
What would it be like to do
that, to believe in him? To trust in
him? What would such trust or faith look
like? What would it be like to really
live in this place? And I guess the
question is, really, what would it look like not to fear the hunger? Not
to scramble to keep it at bay, not to worry about the next meal, the next
disappointment, the next rejection, the next failure?
What would it look like to
live fully?
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When the creatures were
utterly lost in their fear, their sadness, their fatigue and their constant
worry, the Maker did something quite unexpected and unprecedented, something
quite extraordinary. The Maker
transformed and became one of them, filled, just as they were, with deep and
pervasive hunger. Hunger that longed for more than it discovered, and craved
more than it saw. Hunger that recognized
joy, hope and connection and yearned for it all the more fervently.
And then the Maker stood
among them and said,
“My creatures, my beautiful
hungerers, listen to my voice! I made
you with this hunger inside you and it is good! I made you to recognize love and hope, and
meaning and to long for it. I made you
to know and to appreciate wholeness and life even in its absence, and maybe
then all the more, to want to be part of it, to crave to know it always.
I made you this way, and one
day you will be completely satisfied and there will be no more need for hunger
– for hunger itself will be transformed into fullness, and you will each be
fully part of that immeasurable and never-ending abundance. It is in me, and you are in me. But even now, today, you are in me, and I am
the bread of life.
So don’t be afraid! Embrace your hunger and let it lead you. Because when you do, you reconnect with me and
each other. You remember that
fulfillment is real, and you live like what you long for is true!
Join hope and share love in
the world and don’t be afraid to miss it, or lose it, or break it. Let your
hunger tell you who you are, and what you are part of when you let yourself
be.
Trust me. This hunger is a gift.”
And the creatures listened
for a moment. And then, one by one, they
mostly turned and walked away, shaking their heads in disbelief and
despair. And some got so angry that they
determined to silence this voice once and for all, or so they thought, by
killing this one who spoke such disturbing things, who made them face their
hunger, who threatened their empires of evasion.
But that didn’t stop any of
it, or hinder the Maker in the least, and it certainly didn’t silence the
hunger that lived in them and called to them.
And while mostly the creatures walked away, turned their backs, or tried
to silence the Maker, a few actually heard the words that the Maker said and
felt them stir the hunger inside them into a churning passion.
They watched the words
awaken their hunger and they let it happen.
And for those the longing that gripped them grew and flourished. And the hunger inside them connected them to
others, and opened them to their Maker. Their
hunger filled them with promise and thrilling possibility. And when it wasn’t fulfilled, when
disappointment came and fear rose up, they held onto the hunger as an aching
honesty that terror and sadness would not prevail.
The longing itself reminded
them of this.
And every time that they
were satisfied, every time they felt full, whole or complete, every time they
truly connected to another, each time they contributed something meaningful to
the world, every moment of beauty, joy, or true rest, they were connected to
their Maker, joining in creativity and adventure, fully alive, fully who they
were created to be.
And this pleased their Maker
greatly.
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