August 24, 2010
Loaves, Fishes, and Socks
Now that my children have started wearing shoes again, I find them everywhere: in the middle of the garage floor, wedged between sofa seat cushions, in car cup holders. This afternoon, I found one snuggled up next to a gallon of milk in the refrigerator.
"WHOSE SOCK IS THIS?" I asked with wild eyes.
The two children wearing shoes pointed at their barefoot sibling. The barefoot child pointed at the ceiling.
"You're telling me that Jesus put this sock in my refrigerator?" I asked, dangling the object between my fingertips.
The barefoot child reminded me that Jesus was the God of Miracles.
Based on the number of socks that I have unearthed from cavernous spaces in my house throughout the day, I was forced to agree. It's the only viable explanation for how 7 pairs of socks multiplied into enough foot coverings to dress a multitude.