Where have you heard this sort of blessing
The stranger hands each of you a piece
of the bread. You take it, and memory washes over you—of a hillside with
thousands of hungry people. Of a few loaves and fishes being transformed in an
instant to miraculous abundance.
Suddenly, it is clear who this man is,
eating at your table. You look into his face.
What do you see? What is his expression? What
do you feel? What do you know in the truth of your heart?
Your friend has barely gotten the
words out—“Why, it’s the Lord!”—when
the stranger vanishes.
The room still feels strangely warm, and
there are waves of that energy, like lightning sparking all over the room. You
and your friend stare at one another, and finally you say, “Weren’t our
hearts on fire when he explained the Scriptures? Didn’t we know something even
then—we just couldn’t identify it?”
You finish your meal—what a healing
pleasure to eat the bread blessed by those hands!
But then you look at each other and know what you must do. You head back to
You have to tell Jesus’ other followers who are still there in the city.
What is your conversation like on the way
What thoughts keep running through your mind
on this journey?
How has your perspective changed, now that you
have met the resurrected Jesus?
Lord Jesus Christ:
Grant us now a sense of your loving presence,
and by the light of your Holy Spirit
open our minds to your love.
As the hearts of the Emmaus walkers
burned within them so
so may your loving presence
the source of warmth and light to us
as we walk with you and reflect on your word.
And to you be thanks and praise,
in the glory of the Father
and the unity of the Holy Spirit. Amen