Jesus's Diary

The Day I Feed the 5000

One day there were so many people coming and going while I was teaching, I realized that the disciples didn't even have a chance to eat. I told them, "Come with me by yourselves to a quiet place and get some rest."
We went by ourselves in a boat to a solitary place. Once we landed I looked to see that there was a large crowd. I had compassion for them because they were like sheep without a shepherd. I couldn't help it. So I did some more teaching.
It was getting late. I saw from the corner of my eye that some of my disciples were approaching me, so I turned to them. "Rabbi, this is a remote place and it's getting kind of late. I think you should send the people away so that they can go to the surrounding countryside and villages and buy themselves something to eat."
I looked at them dumbfounded. "Then you give them something to eat," I said bluntly.
They were flabbergasted. "Are you serious? That would take more than half a year's wages. Are we to go and spend that much on bread and give it to them to eat?"
"Okay then how many loaves of bread do you have? Go and see."
They walked around and they found some food. "We have five pieces of bread and two fish."
"Come here," I told them.
They obeyed.
I had them bring all the people to sit down in groups on the green grass. They sat in groups of 50 to 100 people. I took five loaves of bread and two fish. I looked up to heaven. I thanked my Father and broke the loaves. I did the same for the fish. "Here. Take these and go around to feed them to the people."
They obeyed.
I watched as my disciples distributed the food amongst the people. I smiled as they ate until they were satisfied. After everyone had received food, the disciples came back to me. "How many people were there?"
"About 5000."
I smiled. I was happy I could be of use for the good of mankind.

"Go to Bethsaida," I told my disciples as I dismissed the crowd that had formed as I was teaching, "I will catch up later."
After our goodbyes, I left to go up to the mountainside to pray. After a little while I noticed it was getting late. The stars started to shine through the fading sun and the dark light. I walked down the mountainside, noticing the boat was in the middle of the lake. I knew I was alone on the island.
I started to walk to them, walking on the water. The water was cold to my sandals, but it didn't get my feet wet. I saw the disciples straining at the oars since the wind was blowing against them. I was about to pass by them but they saw me. I smiled at them.
Although, their reaction was a bit different. They thought I was a ghost. They screamed like little girls. I wanted to roll my eyes. "Take courage! It's me. Don't be afraid," I said as I climbed into the boat with them. The wind ceased. Their eyes were wide, amazed. Did they not understand what happened with the loaves? I could tell their hearts were hardened. I wanted to shake my head. Instead, I just sighed and looked out into the distance.