Today, I read this in Common Prayer: A Liturgy for Ordinary Radicals (sorry if it seems like I can't stop talking about this resource--it is just so good).
What we do is very little. But it is like the little boy with a few loaves and fishes. Christ took that little and increased it. He will do the rest. What we do is so little that we may seem to be constantly failing. But so did he fail. He met with apparent failure on the Cross. But unless the seeds fall into the earth and die, there is no harvest --- Dorothy Day
Well, that certainly puts things in perspective, doesn't it? I am so quick to dramatize situations (There are so many poor people! Why is nobody working with refugees? Fix all the things!) and then I turn around and feel like a miserable failure for trying in my own small way to be a part of the redemption.
Obviously, I need to get over myself.
Another quote from the reading today: Give us patience and humility with our feeble efforts at faithfulness.
Also, a sense of humor never hurt anyone. All of this talk about bread made me think of the Hunger Games (see what I did there? Smooth transition). So I will leave you with this (decidedly unspiritual) image, found via Pinterest:
Aaaand, I just can't help myself. I just don't like Gale and his violent rhetoric: