Two of them were going to a village called Emmaus
They had had a long day, indeed, a long weekend. And now they were going home. And they thought nothing of it when the stranger joined them. After all, walking alone is risky.
But it was very odd that he didn't know what they were talking about.
And then he explained it all so differently.
Almost as if he was looking at it all from a whole other direction.
Then he took the bread and broke it.....
And they saw it all differently too.
Am I ready to see the world anew? Not the way I thought it was; not the way I have always seen it?
Am I ready to see the face of Jesus in the stranger, meet the presence of God in a scratch meal.
Can I look at life thorugh a different window - the window of resurrection?