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Something interesting happened that intercepted Joshua’s escape to solitude. A crowd heard he was on the lake. They knew the private spot where he was going. And they beat him there. When he landed he saw a large crowd. It was a sea of blak lives. There in their midst, he zoomed in on Michael and his family. He knew their rent was several months late. There was Judith and her ill son. He looked terrible. This would never do. So many that he knew and loved. So many that the system had failed, its unseen knee on their necks.
His broken heart welled up in compassion for them all. He sighed deeply, wiped his tears and sweat, and smiled his warm, determined smile. He stretched out his arms and his heart. And he healed them. Waves of tears hit him hard from time to time all day. That evening, after a full day of meeting bottomless needs, a personal friend and associate worried for him. He came up to Joshua and whispered, “This is a remote place, and it’s already getting late. Send the crowds away, so they can go and buy themselves some food.”
Joshua grabbed his broad shoulders and said, “They don’t need to go away. You give them something to eat.”
“Uh, we only have five loaves and two fish,” his other associates chimed in.
“Give them to me,” he said. He took them, looked up to his abba, gave heart-felt thanks for these people he loved, and broke the loaves. Then he handed them to his twelve close friends, and these associates gave them to the people. They all ate and were satisfied, and twelve basket-fulls of scraps were picked up.
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This story is a powerful life lesson on how we are to deal with the world’s current injustices…
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