a loaf of bread, a container of milk, and a stick of butter

“A loaf of bread, a container of milk, and a stick of butter.” You remember these words, don’t you? Are they etched in your brain? Do they emerge as you walk the aisles of the supermarket with your shopping list in hand, trying to make sure you don’t forget a single item? If you grew up when I did, or had children who did, then you know these familiar words.

If you don’t know what I am talking about, they come from a Sesame Street cartoon in which a little girl is asked by her mother to walk down to the store. She tells her daughter: “Now, don’t forget: a loaf of bread, a container of milk, and a stick of butter.” Then she says: “If you can’t remember, I’ll write it down for you.” But the little girl is confident and says: “That’s o.k. mommy, I won’t forget, I’ll remember.”(Watch it now at: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5jdP7HUPbVs )

How does she remember? She remembers those three items by repeating them to herself over and over in her head as she walks down the block and into the store: “A loaf of bread, a container of milk, and a stick of butter…a loaf of bread a container of milk, and a stick of butter…a loaf of bread, a container of milk, and a stick of butter…”

Memory is important. Not just for remembering the things on our grocery list, or the important things that people tell us, but also, it seems for our spiritual life.

Do you know about the five loaves and the two fish? Do you know about the five thousand

people who were fed by them? Matthew tells the story in chapter fourteen of his gospel (14:13-21) The story begins when Jesus and his disciples are out in the middle of nowhere among a crowd of over 5,000 people who have been determined to follow them wherever they go. Out there, at the end of a long day of listening to Jesus speak, as the sun begins to set , suddenly the disciples realize: everyone has forgotten to bring something to eat. Over 5,000 people, and among all of them, all they can gather up are 5 loaves of bread and two little fish. Whether they never intended on staying this late, or they just plain forgot, no one brought anything to eat.

Fortunately, the disciples have thought about this, and to avoid an angry, grouchy, hungry crowd turning on them, they’ve come up with a plan that they propose to Jesus: “We’re out in the country and it’s getting late. Dismiss the people so they can go to the villages and get some supper.”

Now, when these disciples should be glad that Jesus didn’t look at them and say: “They don’t need to leave, you give them supper. Go into town and don’t forget: 5,000 loaves of bread, 5,000 little fish…and a stick of butter…If you can’t remember, I’ll write it down for you.” While they may not have liked it, they might have understood better if this had been what Jesus says. Because, what Jesus does say to them is: “No one needs to go away. You give them supper.”

Can’t you picture them standing there, speechless, looking at one another? One of them is holding those five loaves and two fish and they sort of put them right in front of Jesus…”Aren’t you forgetting…this is all we’ve got! 5 loaves. 2 fish…5,000 people! This isn’t a sample portion, this is the whole menu!”

Go back to that Sesame Street cartoon for a moment. When the little girl finally arrives at the store, after repeating that shopping list over and over to herself the whole way, she walks up to the counter, looks at the clerk and says: “Sir, can I have a loaf of bread, a container of milk, and…and…I can’t remember…” At the most important part of the trip, she forgot. She remembered as she left the house, as she walked down the street, but at the counter, standing in front of the clerk, on the spot…she forgot! What does she do? She closes her eyes, pictures her mother standing in the kitchen, giving her the instructions, and then, it all comes back to her: “A loaf of bread, a container of milk, and…a stick of butter!” “I remembered!” she shouts.

I think that Jesus’ disciples would have benefited from watching this short cartoon, because if they had, they might have borrowed a page from the little girl’s book and thought back and remembered all other things that Jesus had told them and done with them, instead of giving up so soon.

That day, out in the middle of nowhere, they forgot all about what he said, but I bet you remember, don’t you? You remember when Jesus spoke about the seed that produces thirty, sixty, and a hundred times over! You remember the tiny mustard seed that grows into a tree. You remember that he told you that a mustard seed’s worth of faith can move mountains and uproot trees. You remember all of those stories that Jesus told about small things producing huge results?

His disciplese made it all the way out to the wilderness, they saw the crowds, they listened to Jesus, but when it mattered most, they forgot about all that they had heard and seen.
What does Jesus do? When his disciples seem to be forgetful? Matthew doesn’t mention it, but I like to think that he smiled when looked at them, with those five loaves of bread and those two little fish, and said “Give them to me.”

We know how it turns out. Jesus asks God to bless those five loaves and two fish, and then he breaks the bread and everyone is fed. In the end, it happens just as Jesus said, the disciples give everyone something to eat. All 5,000. Until they couldn’t eat another bite. There are even leftovers to wrap up and take home.

Memory is important, and I would be willing to bet that the disciples never forgot what happened that day. Or, maybe they did. Or maybe Jesus was afraid they would. Later on, when he knows it will matter the most, he goes over it all with them again.

At the Last Supper, Jesus sits them all down and gives them the most dramatic illustration there is of small, simple things producing big results. Maybe his talk with them was just like the mother in that Sesame Street cartoon: “Now don’t forget: the bread is my body, the wine is my blood…If you can’t remember, I’ll write it down for you…” and you can almost see the disciples around the table, repeating it back to him: “No, Jesus ,we won’t forget the bread is your body, the wine is your blood…”

He goes over it with them there, because when they get out into the real world he knows it may be easy to forget. At that critical moment, when his hands are tied and the cross is placed on his shoulders, it would be easy to forget: “the bread is your body, the wine is your blood…” At that critical moment, when he is raised up, and breathes his last breath, you could understand if what happened at the table with the bread and the cup escaped the memory of the disciples.

How well-versed are you in remembering that because of what Jesus has done for you on the cross, that small, simple things can produce huge results? When you reach the critical moments in your life, do you sometimes forget? I know I do. I know that many times, I must seem just like the disciples, standing before God, worried and trembling, saying: “Don’t you see, this is all I’ve got” Then I stand there, and raise up the equivalent of those five loaves of bread and two little fish for God to see.

How about you, do you ever do the same thing? Somehow, at those moments we forget about the mustard seed, the feeding of the 5,000+, and the faith that Jesus showed us on the cross, and all we can think about are how little we have, how bleak it looks, and how God needs to understand the situation our way.

Maybe what we need at that moment is what the little girl in the cartoon had. She had the ability to stop all the worry, the fear, and the wandering of her mind, and remember what her mother had told her. Maybe we need the same thing.

Jesus’ disciples finally remembered. After the cross, after he was dead and buried, three days later, he appeared again. He met two of them on the road and walked with them. All they could talk about was how bleak it was, how little they had, and how their hopes had grown small. Then, Jesus sat with them at the table, and did what he did at the feeding of the 5,000 and at the Last Supper: he took the bread, asked God to bless it, and broke it…and do you know what they said at that moment? “We remember! We remember!”

Every day of your life you have the same chance. Bring all of your hopes that have grown small, all of your skepticism about the future, all of your worries, and bring them to Jesus. Show them to him, and every time he will do the same thing. He will smile, take them from you, ask God to bless them, and show you that with God, no matter how little you feel you have, huge things are possible! Then, before you go, he’ll feed you and ask you to remember that no matter what happens that week: “The bread is my body, the wine is my blood…given for you!”