You know, we’re not all that different from his disciples after that first Easter morning. We’re like the disciples walking along the road, trying to make sense of things that happen in this world, things that don’t make any sense, that make our hearts heavy. Or we’re like the disciples at the lakeshore, back to the daily grind, doing what we’ve always done, wondering why we’re not getting anywhere….
Then Jesus shows up. In the midst of our day-to-day ordinary lives, or our confusion, or our need, he shows up. Oh, we still might not recognize him, still might not get it, still might not understand; I mean, we still don’t expect him, do we? … Until he takes that bread, and lifts it up, and offers it to us again… and we remember what he told us… and our eyes are opened and we know him.