And then, the unbelievable happened,
as startling as the moment
when he washed our feet.
He took the bread and blessed it.
He broke it and handed it to us.
We recognized him then,
a stranger no longer,
but he vanished from our sight.
That was the moment of our understanding.
It was clear to us then
why our fear started crumbling
and why our love was returning.
Almost anything can happen at a table.
Anything can happen when you share a meal.
Listening to this amazing story,
I nodded in agreement.
Yes, I know,
It happens at tables the world over.
We sit down as strangers,
strangers in our own household.
Yet when we eat together
the possibility remains.
Some day we will leave as friends.
We will drop our masks of fear
and recognize each other
for the first time.
How can we hand bread to one another
and remain the same?
We’ve all been to our crosses.
We’ve had our burials.
We’ve been to the empty tomb.
Always, it is our fear that scatters us
turning us into strangers.
Some day we will understand
that the stranger sitting next to us
could be our salvation.
Meanwhile we keep clutching our fear
to our breasts like a cherished child.
Smothered beneath all that fear
love waits.
Some day when our hands reach for the bread
our hearts will touch.
And then we will know our foolishness.
We will recognize each other at last.
Our fears will flee away.
We will be scattered strangers no longer.
Anything can happen
when you share a meal!
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