…they took up twelve baskets full of broken pieces… When ever my mother-in-law had an event at her home she always had far more food than any number of invited guests could have eaten. Although I can’t be certain as to whether there was a method to her madness, from my first experience it was pretty clear that invited family and friends weren’t the only ones being fed. Living in the city, anyone who knew her could have stopped pass the house and left with a plate of food; sometimes two or more. Still, at the end of the day, there was always something left over. So too at the end of the day, the Holy Sprit is never exhausted. Its everlasting presence is an open invitation to those desiring to be fed. Thank you Lord, for even fragments of the Holy is more than enough to satisfy a hungry heart for God.