Today we recall the Emaus experience, together with the lostness, despair, and helplessness which accompanied the friends of Jesus as they were walking away from Jerusalem in utter disappointment.

But then came a strangely unfamiliar face who performed a familiar action. Through the breaking of bread, they recognised who this person was as he held himself in his hands, as he lifted up the offering of the bread and wine:

When he was at the table with them, he took bread, gave thanks, broke it and began to give it to them. Then their eyes were opened and they recognised him, and he disappeared from their sight. They asked each other, "Were not our hearts burning within us while he talked with us on the road and opened the Scriptures to us?"

I wonder if we ever still recognise Jesus in the normalcy and monotony of life - even in disappointment and despair - anymore. I wonder if the experience of burning hearts at Christ's revelation of himself in the breaking of bread still holds true.

Lord, I'm not worthy to receive you, but only say the word and I shall be healed.