You might as well try to describe a sunset to a blind man, play music for a deaf man, talk to a dead man, as to discuss the deep things of God with an unconverted sinner. “…the natural man receiveth not the things of the Spirit of God…” (I Corinthians 2:14). We might as well try to catch sunbeams with a fishhook or talk nuclear physics with a monument in a city park. The most erudite Ph. D. cannot take it in any better than a hillbilly; it is casting pearls before swine. As far as spiritual realities are concerned, a man who has not been born again is blind and can’t see, deaf and can’t hear, dead and can’t feel.
Bread in the Wilderness
From whence can a man satisfy these men with bread here in the wilderness.
“Bread in the wilderness” sounds as incongruous as “streams in the desert.” Remember the Old Testament complaint, “Can God furnish a table in the wilderness?” (Ps. 78:19). Indeed, no man could meet such an emergency, but our Lord did. With the five thousand, the miracle moved in three stages. There was a lack of bread. Jesus asked Philip, “Whence shall we buy bread that these may eat?” but He knew what He would do, as he always knew. Philip surmised that two hundred pennyworth of bread would not be enough. We are always “making an estimate,” like Philip, but we lave out the supernatural.
There was a little bread. Five loaves and two fishes amount to little, either in quantity or quality but “little is much if God is in it.” So a little bread became a lot of bread. There was a surplus of twelve basketfuls. God never deals niggardly. If each disciple gathered a basketful he had more than he started with!
And all because “there is a lad here.” His little in Jesus’ hands became a lot. No man can furnish a table in the wilderness, but Jesus and a boy can do it.