Today we celebrate our wedding anniversary and our youngest daughter Katie’s birthday. Last year Ken and I came home to discover that rather than go out somewhere together, our ‘children’, all in their twenties, had instead decided to build a den in the field. They then spent the evening toasting marshmallows over a campfire.
Today has been an equally sunny day. We have pottered around home, and may perhaps go out somewhere later. I have thought of our group of women on the walking pilgrimage and wonder how they will spend their evening after today’s walking? Sharing food, recounting stories, reflecting on the day?
Today I have been preparing a service for Sunday, focussing on my favourite of all the gospel accounts of the risen Christ, as he walked along the road, unrecognised, beside two of the disciples. They shared conversation, and then he went in for supper with them, at their invitation. As he broke bread they realised his identity, and he promptly disappeared! I imagine them leaving the supper unfinished on the table as they ran all seven miles from Emmaus back to Jerusalem to share the news!
