Jesus called the faith of the disciples, "little," but the storm was calmed. The boy’s lunch was meager, even if he had just chosen to share it with his friends, but it satisfied the hunger of literally thousands of people. It was a small, random act of kindness that carried a paralyzed man to a rooftop and then lowered him to the floor of the home beneath, but the man walked away from Christ’s presence dragging his mat behind him. Only some of the seed fell on fertile soil, but it multiplied what had been planted. Plagued by an unceasing menstrual flow, the woman thought, "If I just ..." One woman’s testimony about the words of a stranger impacted the whole town in which she lived. The words of a dying thief were few, but they changed his eternal destiny. What was given was small, but it became much. Why? God was part of it.

 

You have perhaps lived the concept. You were short on time, lacking in energy, or poorly qualified, but you gave what you could. The only thing that outweighed your fears and your apprehensions was your willingness to pray, and dump the whole situation on God. Smarter people, a more skilled someone, anything moving could certainly accomplish more than you could. But you looked around, and you knew that the only one God was looking at was you. So haltingly, apologetically, words tripping over themselves, a bit confused and disoriented, but desperately in prayer, you reached deep inside yourself, and you said, "God, it’s all up to YOU!" The beauty at such a time is that I am so fully aware that in and of myself, I have done nothing except the little bit that God could scrounge up. And when the multiplication process began to unfold, I stood in awe – not of myself, but of the God who made it all possible. He ordered it. He tapped me on the shoulder. And He accomplished it with the meagerness, the simplicity, the smallness of my offering.

 

Little is much when God is in it. Those were the only words of the song that I knew, but they played themselves over and over again in my thoughts, as I gave myself to what God had asked of me. Faithful to His leading and His promises, He accepted the "little" I gave, and gave so, so much back in return. I thought too of the widow in the temple, poverty accentuating her solitude, who when she gave from her nothingness, Christ commended her for giving far more than those who had wealth. Little is much when God is in it. What is God asking you to give? Little is much when God is in it.