Aquarian Age Stories for Children
It was the afternoon of a warm June day.
Miss Spratt was sitting in her garden in the shade of the great oak tree, when
suddenly the gate swung open and in came her two little friends, Bob and Peter.
"Have you time to tell us a story?" asked Bob.
"Oh, please do," begged Peter.
Miss Spratt seemed to have an endless supply of stories and she
was always glad to tell them to Bob and Peter because they were so attentive. As
the boys settled themselves on the grass at her feet, Miss Spratt began:
"You have both heard the story in Sunday School about the
miracle of the loaves and fishes, haven't you?"
"Yes," said the boys in unison. "Well, this story
is one I imagined about a boy the Bible mentions who might have been there when
Jesus performed that miracle:
Long, long ago in a far away land lived a lad whom we shall call
James. In those days there were no cars, buses, nor street cars and the people
walked from one place to another. It was not uncommon for them to join a group
and walk for miles to some place of interest.
It was at this time that Jesus was going about the country,
talking to the people about God, and healing those who were sick. Many people
followed Him; some because they loved Him, others because they wanted to learn
from Him or be healed, and others went just to be with the crowd.
James had heard his parents and the neighbors talk of Jesus and
the wonderful things He did, and wished that he, too, might see this great man.
One morning as James sat before the house, some people passed
and in their friendly way called to the young lad:
"We have heard that Jesus is nearby and we are going to see
Him. Won't you come along?"
James was delighted at the prospect of a journey and the
possibility of seeing this man of whom he had heard so much. So he ran to his
mother and asked if he might go on a holiday with the people from the village.
His mother consented and hastily wrapped several barley loaves and two small
fishes left from the morning meal, slipping them into James' pocket, well
knowing that a small lad might get hungry before he returned home.
With a parting kiss and a joyful heart James ran out of the
house and down the road to join the others. It was such fun to be off on an
All along the way others joined their party until the road was
filled, and still they kept coming from every direction. Everyone was talking
about Jesus and what He had done. James was so thrilled and happy, that he never
thought of being tired or hungry. And now, in the distance, they could see a
great gathering of people on the hillside. They hastened their steps to join
them, for there was Jesus talking and teaching many things. The words of Jesus
were so filled with wonder and interest that the listening crowd forgot about
time and food.
But now, it was late afternoon and one of Jesus' disciples
suggested that the people be sent away to get something to eat. Jesus said,
"They need not go; it is far to their homes. We shall feed them here. Look
among them and see how much food they have."
When James heard them talking about food he felt hungry and
remembered the lunch his mother had given him. As he took it from his pocket he
looked up and saw one of Jesus' disciples going through the crowd, speaking to
each one. It seemed that the man was asking the people if they had food, but
each one shook his head.
Was James the only one who had brought lunch? What should he do
- spread out his few loaves and tiny fishes and eat before all that crowd? He
was very hungry. While he was puzzling these questions, Jesus' disciple came up
to him and asked if he might have the food to give to Jesus. James felt a sudden
desire to cry. He wanted his lunch, and yet he wanted to give it, for hadn't the
man said that it was for Jesus? So, without a word he handed the parcel of food
to the disciple, then sat down relieved. He was sure he had done what his mother
would have wanted him to do. Then he heard the disciples telling everyone to sit
down. When all were seated in groups on the green grass, James saw Jesus pick up
his loaves and fishes and look toward heaven.
What was Jesus going to do with his lunch? James watched
eagerly. Now Jesus was speaking words as He continued to look up - words that
sounded somewhat like the prayer James' mother said at mealtime a prayer of
A thrill went over James as he realized that Jesus was holding
his loaves and fishes and giving thanks for them before that great crowd. Oh,
how glad he was that he had given the food to the disciple! He didn't even feel
hungry now, he was so filled with joy.
How surprised he was when Jesus broke the loaves and fishes and
handed them to the disciples who in turn served them to the people not to just
one or two, but to everyone. Why, there was plenty of food for all! How
could it be? James knew there were only a few loaves and two small fish in his
package, and now just see - everyone in that great crowd was eating, and oh, how
good it tasted. James was sure that food had never been so satisfying. He longed
to hurry home and tell his mother and father about it.
When the people had eaten all they wanted, there was still food
remaining: so they picked it up and put it in baskets so as not to waste any.
Then Jesus sent the people away, for it was evening and time for them to go to
James joined the group going his way, but he was not the same
lad who had left home that morning. He felt changed inside such a warm, singing
feeling. It seemed as though he were walking on air, his feet scarcely touching
the ground. Never would he forget this day. Just to think that he had had
something to give the great man, Jesus - something Jesus could really use. And
though his gift seemed small, because of Jesus' blessing it had increased until
all could share it.
"What a wonderful lesson and what a wonderful day,"
thought James. "I shall remember always to give thanks for what I have, and
share it with others."
As he said good-bye to his friends and entered the door of his
home, he called, "Mother, I'm back."
James' mother hastened to greet him. Surely her boy must be
weary after such a long journey. But she stopped and looked at him with wonder.
How happy he was, how refreshed! A new light shone on his face and all about him
- it seemed to fill the room. And then, when he told her what had happened that
day, she understood and was glad. She knew James was happy because he had given
When Miss Spratt finished her story, Peter said, "I sure
wish I could have been there." "I'd be very proud to give my lunch to
Jesus," said Bob.
"Do you know," said Miss Spratt, "that there are
many ways in which you boys can serve Jesus and help others just as James did?
Whenever you smile, or whistle a cheerful tune, or do something kind, you are
sharing your good with others. Many people are as hungry for love and joy as
those people were for food. When Mother asks you to do something, and you do it
willingly and cheerfully, you are giving your gifts to Jesus, just as surely as
James did. Jesus came to teach us to love one another and to give freely. And
now, I think it's time for two young men to be going home to supper."
"Yes-sir-ee, come on, Bob," said Peter as he jumped
up, "and thank you for the swell story, Miss Spratt. We'll remember what
you said about how we can give, too."
"Good-bye," called Bob, as he followed Peter out the