When I was growing up, church picnics were a big thing. I can still see it… long tables with white cloths strung out end to end. Plastic forks and knives, napkins and paper plates on this end. Pitchers of lemonade and iced tea on that end. In between assortments of meat dishes and vegetables down here; various salads and desserts down there. Plenty of rolls and butter. Makes me hungry just thinking about it. In some rural churches they were an all-day affair. People came to church early and left late. They ate and played and sang together -- true Christian fellowship. There always seemed to be plenty of food left over.

Looks like our story of the feeding of the 5,000 is no different. Just another church picnic only a little bigger. No one announced ahead of time that on a certain hill at 4:…