They recognized him in the breaking of bread.
Is that always good? It seems always honest,
but are we all ready for honesty — seeing things
as they really are in the breaking of bread?
Perhaps the presence of Jesus would evoke
shame, guilt, anger or denial apparently as it
did when the couples met for dinner and the
conversation turned to inclusivity and the
common threads woven through world
religions and one felt her Jesus was being
attacked when a bigger, brighter more
loving Jesus appeared at the table. That
wasn’t the kind of appearing she expected
and it sure wasn’t Jesus to her. She shouted,
“You can’t talk about the Buddha and my
Jesus in the same sentence,” got up and ran
away from the table; she ran away from
those couples; she ran away from breaking
bread with them; from then on she only
broke bread with those who never, ever
invited the Buddha or Lao Tzu either. From
that day on she only ate at tables with a
very exclusive company of like-minded com-
panions. Apparently, the “my” in my Jesus
was the operative word.