Each day in October Jack turned out loaves of pumpkin bread, approached friends and strangers with his story of how he wants to help children in Uganda have an education, spoke in front of large groups, visited a corporation to boldly peddle his wares, and all the while he watched his pile of money grow into a very large sum of sixteen hundred dollars. This is enough money to help at least three students have their one year tuition paid in Uganda. It was very much like the little boy who brought five loaves of bread and three fish to Jesus and said, “this is all I have”, and it turned out to be enough to feed five thousand people. I learned that if I offer what I have God can use it with a little miracle and make mighty differences in the lives of people I may never know. My willingness to surrender all I have has been greatly encouraged as I enjoyed watching Jack do it so naturally throughout this project.
Jack’s innocent and eager willingness to try was like a little drop of kindness set loose into a calm pool of water that rippled out farther than any of us will ever know. The compassion in his heart, his willingness to work hard for the cause of kids he doesn’t even know yet dropped the jaws of some highly seasoned servants. He sold a loaf to our missions Pastor, Omar Garcia, and after he had tasted it he sent Jack an email to tell him “not only is your bread delicious, but you are an inspiration to me.” My eyebrows went up. This is a man who leads serious mission projects all over the world. And he’s not a flatterer either. He doesn’t just say something nice to be nice. He shoots straight with his words. So when I read this to Jack, who was of course measuring cinnamon and cracking eggs he replied, “Huh? I thought he was supposed to be an inspiration for me!” His little face was all twisted up and confused….yet he understood.
His trip to visit daddy at work was quite an adventure. We took him out of school early and wheeled a suitcase full of thirteen loaves so he could visit Craig’s co-workers and tell his story. One woman who was british gave him a cheeky poke suggesting she’d like to support his good cause but she’ll let her husband eat it because pumpkin bread to a brit just sounded plain awful. The next day she requested the recipe she liked it so much and even paid him another ten dollars for it. There were other rumors that he had become a famous little guy around there that week.
Jack’s initiative so moved my mother that she asked Jack if she could help him raise money for the kids. He shrugged, sure why not? (I told him he now had a staff) So she sent out forty letters to her friends with his story and a couple pictures of him. She asked for orders of bread that she would bake and deliver herself using his recipe. Within one week she had over five hundred dollars and more orders than she could process at once. Through the experience she mentioned she is learning to serve and love by following the example of her grandson.
For me this entire experience has once again reinforced that with God nothing is impossible. I will never doubt
what he can accomplish through a small child, or anyone for that matter, because when He says take care of the widow, the orphan and the poor, He also provides a way. I don’t want to be in the way as I might have been when Jack first appraoched me with the idea and I was swamped with my own work. I seriously did not want to begin another big project. Thank goodness I didn’t say no because it was inconvenient for me. I would have missed the miracle.