
Friday, April 19, 2002
When he was at the table with them, he took bread, blessed and broke it, and
gave it to them. Then their eyes were opened.
Dr. Tom Troeger recalls the time when he had to be away from his fiancee for over a month to
take comprehensive exams in his senior year in college. Being madly in love and having to be
away from his fiancee made him very sad and depressed. He was on a bus traveling from
Ithaca, New York to New Haven, Connecticut. The bus stopped at the Binghamton Greyhound
bus station. The station left a lot to be desired. Troeger sat down at a little dinette on one of
those circular pedestal stools with the stuffing coming out. The counter was U-shaped and he
found himself sitting directly across from an old woman.
The old woman saw him and said, "Boy, honey, you sure look depressed." Troeger replied, "I
am depressed," and started crying. The woman tried to reach across to pat his cheek. He
pulled back because the woman had dirt under her fingernails. "What's wrong honey?" she
asked. He told her about his fiancee back home and how much he would miss her. He
showed the woman a picture of her. The woman said, "O, I never saw such a beautiful
woman."
The woman told him she had been married to a traveling salesman who had since passed
away. I used to weep, she said, every time my husband had to go away. How happy we
were, though, each time he returned. "Marriage was wonderful," she told him. "You're going to
have a wonderful marriage. Everything will be just fine." She suggested he might feel better if
he ate something. She ordered the last donut from underneath the scratchy plastic cover.
The woman broke the donut and said, "Here, eat this." Just then an announcement came on
and the woman said, "That's my bus. I've got to go." She got up and left. "Just then my eyes
were opened," Troeger concludes, "and I recognized that Christ was there in that bus station."
(Luke 24.30-31
NRSV)
Jesus broke the bread and their eyes were opened. That sometimes happens to us when we
celebrate the Lord's Supper. We perceive Jesus in our midst.
Lord Jesus, what a blessing it is to remember you in the breaking of the bread. Amen.
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