Sitting around that table the hidden face of God suddenly becomes visible. The stranger becomes a dear friend. The empty hole in our heart is suddenly filled. The darkness is vanquished by piercing light. Hope is resurrected to dance a jig on the corpse of Despair. At that table the lump in our throat is replaced by an irresistible burning in our heart.
We’ve all heard the song “Three Blind Mice,” but I hear the tune of “Two Blind Disciples” more often these days. Max Lucado sets the scene: “Were the scene not so common it would be comical. Two heavy-hearted disciples slouching their way home to Emma’s. By the slump in their shoulders, you’d […]