They got up and returned at once to Jerusalem. There they found the Eleven and those with them, assembled together and saying, "It is true! The Lord has risen and has appeared to Simon." Then the two told what had happened on the way, and how Jesus was recognized by them when he broke the bread.
Luke 24:32-35 New International Version
The resurrected Jesus didn’t become recognizable by his friends until he “broke the bread”. The breaking of the bread probably reminded them of Jesus’ words about bread such as, “I am the bread of life” (John 6:48). I imagine that is when they began to put the puzzle pieces together.
Likewise, I think our true identity comes to the surface when we are broken. When painful situations come for us, the real you and the real me come forth. It seems that when broken, fabrication falls away and the truth comes into severe clarity. Tell me, what happens when you are broken? Does this strange but familiar monster come to the surface? Or maybe a gentle soul comes forth? Who is the real “you” that is hiding under polite religious talk and a passing simile? When troubles arise, what breaks through to the surface is the real you.
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