“And it came to pass, as He sat at meat with them, He took bread, and blessed it, and brake, and gave to them.
31 And their eyes were opened, and they knew Him; and He vanished out of their sight.
32 And they said one to another, Did not our heart burn within us, while He talked with us by the way, and while He opened to us the scriptures?
33 And they rose up the same hour, and returned to Jerusalem, and found the eleven gathered together, and them that were with them,
34 Saying, The LORD is risen indeed, and hath appeared to Simon.
35 And they told what things were done in the way, and how He was known of them in breaking of bread.” (Luke 24:30-36)
I feel that I am identifying with these men. Their hopes were dashed, cast down, in mind and heart destroyed, the end, it’s over.
Of course, situations were different, stakes were different, but I was feeling all the same things as that last sentence in 1976 when my brother-in-law, my friend, was suddenly killed. In my mind and heart, everything was over; life was over, no hope. I too, was on my own road to Emmaus, running it all through my mind, trying to make some sense of it all. It was supposed to go differently. Things should have been happier on this day than they were. I was hungry for truth. These followers of Jesus were hungry for truth.
Jesus never fails to bring bread to the hungry.
“And Jesus said unto them, I am the bread of life: he that cometh to me shall never hunger; and he that believeth on me shall never thirst.” (John 6:35)
For these hungry followers, Jesus, the Bread of Life, revealed Himself in the breaking of bread satisfying their hunger. And to this hungry seeker of truth, myself, the Bread of Life revealed Himself to me, first in a cemetery, and again in my living room, satisfying my hunger for all eternity. Yes, there is power in the Bread Resurrected. Have a blessed Resurrection Day this Sunday!