Author: Beth Duncan

Mark 8:18 “Do you have eyes but fail to see, and ears but fail to hear? And don’t you remember?

Based on my recent interaction with my student about that poem and his utter lack of doing anything I asked him to with it, basically trying to plumb the depths to find meaning beyond the surface, if I had to guess Jesus’s tone to the disciples here, I’d say frustrated.

Mark 8:19 When I broke the five loaves for the five thousand, how many baskets full of pieces did you pick up?” “Twelve,” they replied.

Which is ironic to me because the disciples of my youth were not this clueless. They were dependable and reliable. They understood things. So the fact that they—often from the sounds of it—were rather clueless…just like me, brings me some comfort. I’m not the only one. Help me, Jesus.

Mark 8:20 “And when I broke the seven loaves for the four thousand, how many basketfuls of pieces did you pick up?” They answered, “Seven.”

Precious Savior, Thank You for Your patience and grace. Forgive me when I just don’t get what You are trying to teach me. Don’t give up on me. And help me to approach others with the same patience and grace that You show me. Always. Amen.

Mark 8:21 He said to them, “Do you still not understand?”

Have a blessed day.

Mark 8:14 The disciples had forgotten to bring bread, except for one loaf they had with them in the boat. 

On the heels of yesterday’s reflection, today’s scripture, yet again, reminds me of my students, except it reminds me that sometimes *I* am just as oblivious as said students, floundering around in God’s lesson, saying, “When will I ever need this stuff again?,” completely missing His point.

Mark 8:15 “Be careful,” Jesus warned them. “Watch out for the yeast of the Pharisees and that of Herod.”

And that realization gives me a new level of compassion for those students, those immature, bumbling, students who cannot see that I am trying to do everything I can to help equip them for life beyond my classroom. Because *I* am also a bumbling, immature Christian who often misses the lessons Jesus is lovingly trying to teach me to help prepare me for life as well. Jesus, Help me.

Mark 8:16 They discussed this with one another and said, “It is because we have no bread.”

Precious Savior, Thank You for compassion and perspective. Thank You for the reminder that in many ways, I am just like those students plucking my last nerve because they are willfully missing what is right in front of them. I do the same thing with You so often. Forgive me. Help me to pay better attention, to listen when You speak, to look and to see Your goodness. Help me. Amen.

Mark 8:17 Aware of their discussion, Jesus asked them: “Why are you talking about having no bread? Do you still not see or understand? Are your hearts hardened?

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Mark 8:9-10 About four thousand were present. After he had sent them away, he got into the boat with his disciples and went to the region of Dalmanutha.

Verse 12 really stands out to me in today’s verses. Jesus, sighing deeply, refusing to give a sign to the Pharisees, refusing to prove Himself to them. That deep, weary, frustrated sigh….I get it. Not that I am equating myself with Jesus. Not that I understand anything on His level. But I know the frustration of doing everything in my power to prove that I care, that I have students’ best interests at heart, that I want them to think and to discuss, that this is *not* the same old English class.

Mark 8:11 The Pharisees came and began to question Jesus. To test him, they asked him for a sign from heaven.

And still I have that kid, those kids, who refuse to engage, who refuse to think, who say things like, “I was just talking to my friend about how we will never use anything in this poem after this class” because he hasn’t even bothered to see that the poem is about so much more than what’s on the surface. I know the weary sigh, expressing that the student is missing the very point that I am trying to get him to understand.

Mark 8:12 He sighed deeply and said, “Why does this generation ask for a sign? Truly I tell you, no sign will be given to it.” 

Precious Savior, Your thoughts are higher than my thoughts. Your ways are far beyond anything that I can imagine (Is 55:8). Thank You. Help me to be more like You in my thoughts, my words, my attitude. Help me to spend time with You and reconnect with You, especially when I deal with life’s frustrations. Help me to keep fighting the good fight, even when all I can do is sigh deeply and move on. Help me, Jesus. Amen.

Mark 8:13 Then he left them, got back into the boat and crossed to the other side.

Have a blessed day.

Mark 8:1 During those days another large crowd gathered. Since they had nothing to eat, Jesus called his disciples to him and said, 

Yesterday I talked about Jesus’s example after example of healing. Today we see yet another example of His provision. This is the second time in fairly quick succession that almost this exact scenario has taken place–hungry people, few food provisions, Jesus’s miraculous compassion.

Mark 8:2 “I have compassion for these people; they have already been with me three days and have nothing to eat. 

But do the disciples realize? Do they understand that Jesus will provide? Clearly not, because when Jesus points out that the multitude has had nothing to eat and needs food, His disciples answered, “But where in this remote place can anyone get enough bread to feed them?” It seems I’m not the only one who can be rather oblivious.

Mark 8:3 If I send them home hungry, they will collapse on the way, because some of them have come a long distance.”

Precious Savior, Forgive me when I miss Your goodness, which is right in front of me. Forgive me when I let fear and worry take the lead. Forgive me when I forget that You are compassionate and sovereign, that You have promised never to leave me nor forsake me, that You will supply all my needs. Forgive me, Jesus. Help me. Amen.

Mark 8:4 His disciples answered, “But where in this remote place can anyone get enough bread to feed them?”

Have a blessed day.