A boy became frightened when he found out his father was going to fast. Not understanding, he said to his dad: “Do not fast. You will die.” His dad explained: “No son. Lots of people in the Bible fasted. Moses, Jesus, the disciples all fasted.” His son added, “And they all died. Don’t do it.”
Paul and his companions fasted because of their suspense over the storm. So Paul urged them to eat. After fourteen days, they were likely hungry and hangry. Notice Paul’s promise, “Not one of you will lose a single hair from his head.” He was convinced that God could and would keep them safe despite the storm. But they needed to eat.
Luke’s description of Paul’s breaking of bread and giving of thanks reminds us of Jesus at the last supper with the disciples. Not all of the travelers were believers, so it was likely not the Lord’s Supper, as we think about it. But it was a eucharist, a thanksgiving meal on a ship in a storm after fourteen days without food. The result was mutual encouragement.
There is power in a shared meal, just as there is in fasting. Two hundred seventy-six souls ate as much as they wanted, and then they threw the leftover grain into the sea. Some of my favorite childhood memories revolve around my mom cooking for us and guests. Many of the young soldiers in Germany were separated from their families by an ocean. For some it was the first thanksgiving away from home. Mom and dad opened our home to these guests.
You may know someone who needs a place to go this Thanksgiving. If you are able, welcome them into your home. The meal doesn’t have to be perfect. There is strength and mutual encouragement in giving thanks around the table. And there is life.
