This Sunday I will be preaching on Jesus’ miracle of feeding 5,000 with one kid’s happy meal-and that was just the men. They didn’t count the women and children. It is the one story that made the cut in all four gospels. (of course they all told the story of Jesus’ resurrection.)
The disciples and certainly the people were surprised when the baskets started coming around. We know they couldn’t have been Lutherans or Presbyterians because after every one was full there were still leftovers—12 baskets of leftovers. That was one Happy Meal.
This Tuesday I will be having a happy meal with my family because we will be celebrating my 69th trip around the sun. I was born in Herman Hospital on July 28, 1951. You may have heard me mention before that for several years my parents had tried to have children but not been successful. In fact my parents had completed the paperwork to apply to adopt when my mother went for a check-up and the doctor told her she was pregnant. Surprise!
I look forward to celebrating my birthday with my family for dinner on Tuesday night. My son Andrew and his wife Meghan and my daughter Abbey and her husband Michael will be coming. We will be socially distancing with our expanded dinner table. It is hard to stay masked and eat. I guess we could take turns around the table—Mask On- Mask off- take a bite- Mask back on. I’ll let you know how it turns out.
My daughter-in-law is making veal parmesan and Anne made my favorite cake—pineapple upside down cake. I told Anne I didn’t want any maraschino cherries in the middle of the pineapple rings like they have at Luby’s. I don’t know what else will happen. There may be some surprises. After all I was a …. surprise!