Just over 20 years ago I found myself in St. George’s Cathedral in Jerusalem on Easter Sunday, taking Holy Communion.
There were about sixty of us. We were standing in a circle round a communion table in the centre of the Cathedral. The Minister walked round the circle giving each of us a piece of bread and he was followed round by two women, each with a chalice giving out wine.
As the Minister gave me a piece of bread our eyes met. In that brief moment it was as if I was looking into the eyes of the Lord: a moment that will stay with me for the rest of my life. When I spoke to the Minister after the Service that recognition was no longer there.
You will recall that on that first Easter Sunday Cleopas and a friend were walking to Emmaus when they met the Lord, but somehow they did not know him even though they became involved In a prolonged conversation with him. It was only later after sharing a meal, when he blessed the bread broke it and gave it to them that “their eyes were opened and they recognised Jesus…..then he disappeared.” (Luke 24 v.1325). A striking parallel to my experience.
All I can say is that I know Jesus died a horrible death on the Friday; but I know he is alive; I saw him in Jerusalem on Easter Sunday.
Robin Carlisle, Bromborough