Missing The Point

A few weeks ago I was in small group and we were studying the feeding of the five-thousand.  We watch it first on a video series where they re enact the gospel of John.  It is really very good.  It is just good to confront how real these stories truly are.  They really happened.  So we watch the passage we are talking about and as they pass out the bread and fish, I am distracted by the presence of baskets.  I keep seeing baskets come out of nowhere.  I understand this is a representation and that it was a miracle and by definition you cannot explain a miracle, but I got so hung up on the baskets.  I kept thinking, at least there was fish and bread to start with.  Did someone have a basket there in the wilderness? Where did he get baskets? During the course of the evening and with our discussion I confessed my lack of basket faith.  It sounded so stupid as I spoke the words.  I believed that the fish and bread were multiplied, but wanted to know where the baskets came from.  Why do I do that? Why do I see God work miracles and then ask how? Or worse doubt that He will do it again.  I am reminded of a class at Messiah in which the professor told me the story of creation in Genesis could not be true.  His reason? Plants were created before the sun and plants cannot survive without light.  Nevermind the fact that God said he created light and darkness the first day.  If he said He did it, He did it.  The most striking thing to me was that this professor said he was a Christian.  Does anything about the work of the cross make sense? Does it make sense that the creator of the world would redeem a wretched creation that turned their backs on Him? I found myself on the same side as that professor now, trying with my feeble fallen mind to explain the mysteries of Heaven.  What arrogance.  If I could, I should have washed my mind out with soap.  So I am reminded that though miracles are unexplainable, if I'm trusting God for salvation, I have to trust that everything He says is true.  Everything, otherwise, how could I trust Him to be honest when it comes to salvation.  So, while I don't know how he made baskets from nothing, He did.  And while I don't know how He could speak words and matter appear, I know it did.  And for the life of me, I will never know why or how He could love me enough to die for me, but I know He did.