Tenth
Sunday after Pentecost (Proper 13A)
August 2, 2026
Text: Matt. 14:13-21
“(H)e had compassion on them” (Matt. 14:14; ESV). Beloved, seize on that
word, “compassion,” and emblazon it on your mind and heart. Our Lord
Jesus has compassion for sinners. He has compassion for the harried and helpless, for the sick and the suffering. He has compassion for you. The English word compassion comes from Latin roots which mean, “to suffer with.” The Greek word in our text, here translated compassion, means He was moved in His guts. That our Lord has compassion for us, means that He suffers for us. He is moved in His
very guts for us. Remember that, beloved. Remember it, and cling to it. How is God disposed
toward you? That is how. He has compassion for you.
See His compassion unfold in our Holy Gospel. First of all, don’t miss His compassion in the face of death, namely, the death of St. John the Baptist, His dear cousin and forerunner. That is the “this” of which He had heard, leading to His withdrawal to a desolate place by Himself (v. 13), undoubtedly to pray and to grieve. Now, you may say, “what compassion? Couldn’t He have prevented St. John’s death in the first place?” Indeed, He could have. What prevented Him? It was, in fact, His very compassion. For St. John, who even now enjoys a martyr’s reward in the Kingdom of heaven. And for us, who have in St. John an example of what it means to suffer for the Name of Jesus, even unto death, if necessary, and so receive the crown of life. And for countless Christians, spanning the
centuries, who hear and heed St. John’s preaching, now sealed in his own blood, that they “prepare the way of the Lord” (Matt. 3:3), and behold in Jesus “the Lamb of God, who takes away the sin of the world” (John 1:29). So… compassion in grief.
And then, compassion for the crowds who come out to seek Him. Even when our very human Lord Jesus, here in His state of humiliation, needs a break. Time to mourn. Time to heal Himself. Nevertheless, they come, and He gives Himself for their sake, compelled by His compassion. Moved in the guts for them. Suffering with, and for them. They bring to Him their sick, and He has compassion
on them, and heals them. “Surely he has borne our greifs and carried our sorrows… by his wounds we are healed” (Is. 53:4, 5).
But now the day is over, and this being a desolate place, and the people not having eaten, the disciples bid the Lord to send the crowds away into the villages, to fend and forage food for themselves. Nothing doing, though. Not with Jesus. His compassion will not send away in time of need. You give them something to eat. Behold, His compassion in this, even toward His disciples and Christians, as He tests, and then teaches them. How are we to feed a crowd like this? Where will the resources come from? It is an impossible task! We have here only five loaves and two fish. Have you ever considered that want and lack are often components of Jesus’ compassion for you? That He is accomplishing more with that want and lack than He would with plenty? “Bring them here to me,” Jesus says (Matt. 14:18), and already the lesson has begun. Ours is not to wring our hands about all that we do not have, but rather to bring what we’ve been given, and place it again into the hands of the Giver. In order that He bless it, and do with it according to His good pleasure, to our own benefit, and the benefit of countless more.
So, the Lord has the people sit down on the grass. He is the Compassionate Shepherd, the Good One, who makes His sheep to lie down in green pastures. And He takes the loaves and fish, blesses them, breaks them, and gives them to the disciples. Doesn’t this sound oddly familiar? Well… This is not the Lord’s Supper. Bread and fish, rather than bread and wine, and He is not here giving His body and blood. But Jesus is setting the pattern. This is how He will feed His people. His disciples take what He has blessed… and let’s be clear, here. These are the Apostles, the clergy. The clergy take what
Jesus gives them, and distribute to the people. And, miraculously, it is enough. More than enough. Five thousand men, not counting the women and children. And they pick up twelve baskets full of leftover pieces, a basket for each Apostle. A basket for each Tribe of Israel. Because the Apostles will have enough to feed all Israel, which is to say, the holy Church of God. You. And all your Christian brothers and sisters.
By His compassion, Jesus makes it so. Never let go of that word! Remember this Gospel text. Run to it in your time of need. Our Lord Jesus Christ has compassion for you. In your time of grief. When you are sad and sorrowful. He knows. He’s been there. Where do we find Him this day, but in a desolate place, mourning dear St. John? And we know, He weeps at the tomb of Lazarus, His friend (John 11:35). Our Lord Jesus knows about heartache and bitter tears, and so, when it is your time to weep, He is with you in it, to wrap you up in His great compassion, and console you by His Word and Spirit.
He has compassion for you in your suffering. Be it sickness, or anxiety over the suffering of others, as was the case with the crowds in our Gospel. Or persecution, or martyrdom for the Name of
Jesus, as was the case with St. John. He knows. He came to suffer. For you. To save you through
suffering. To sanctify your suffering, by uniting it to His own.
He has compassion for you in every time of need. In hunger. In doubt. When you think you don’t have enough. You pray His own words to your Father in heaven, “Give us this day our
daily bread,” and you know He hears, and He answers. You are here today, alive and well, because He’s done just that. Fed you. Provided for your needs. In spite of what you may lack. He’s taken what you have, what He Himself has given you, into His hands (even if He’s had to pry it from yours), to bless it, and do with it according to His good pleasure, for your own benefit, and the benefit of many more. You’d think we’d get, at some point, just how silly we are to worry about what we don’t have, and just trust our Lord. But we don’t. So He keeps preaching, and keeps blessing, because that is what His compassion for us demands.
He has compassion for you in your greatest need. In your sin. In your death. In your captivity to the devil. His compassion brought Him into your humanity, your flesh and blood. His compassion led Him to Calvary, to be nailed to a cross. Compassion. With suffering. Yes. “Suffered under Pontius Pilate, was crucified, died and was buried.” All for us. Moved in the guts. I’d say. For helpless sinners. For you and me. Undoing all that afflicts you, and grieves you, and binds you, and condemns you. In compassion for you, He suffered. He died.
And now, He is risen, and lives. And what does He do, but continue to pour out His compassion on you? He heals your sicknesses. Often quite literally and acutely, here and now. How many illnesses and injuries have you recovered from in your lifetime? How many pains have been relieved? You most likely take it for granted, but that was Jesus, you know. But more to the point, He heals the terminal
illness responsible for your death. Sin. In His compassion, He forgives your sins. He applies His blood and death, by His Word and Sacraments, to wash away your sins. To do them to death, that you may live.
He gathers you away from the world, here in His Church. He speaks to you compassionately. He comforts you. He consoles you. He bids you recline in His lush pasture. And then He takes bread! Blesses it. Breaks it. And gives it to you. “This is my body,” He says. “Given for you, for the forgiveness of sins.” And He takes… not fish this time, but wine, also blessed, and gives it to you. “This is my blood,” He says, “shed for you, for the forgiveness of sins.” He knows your hunger. He knows your thirst. He knows the emptiness in you that only He can fill. As St. Augustine so beautifully says, “our heart is restless until it rests in you.” In His compassion for you, He gives you that rest, by filling you with Himself. Body and soul. So that you lack nothing. In fact, in Jesus, your cup runneth over. Is it not so? Yes, you often feel the lack. That’s you wringing your hands over what you don’t have, instead of bringing Jesus what you do have, what He has given you in the first place, for His blessing and employ. Yet He blesses anyway, and employs for the benefit of one and all. Yes, you often feel the pain and loss, very acutely. So did He. But beloved, He has reversed it. He is risen. And now you have only to wait.
So, yes, your cup runneth over. Yes, there are the twelve baskets full of leftover fragments. For the feeding of all Israel. For the feeding of the Church. All eat and are satisfied. With Jesus, there is always enough. And more! For He is compassionate and merciful (James 5:11). And beloved, His
compassion is for you. Seeing the great crowd, “he had compassion on them.” Seize on that word, and never let it go. Cling to it all the way to your grave. And out the other side, again, to resurrection and life with your compassionate Lord. In the Name of the Father, and of the Son +, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.