Friends, Emmaus lies ahead. It may be seven miles, or seven years, or seven sentences to form a paragraph. As we travel that road, I’ll hope we will remember to share the story. And when we get there, I hope we won’t forget to sit, and rest, and enjoy a table. For it’s a table that our future – God’s future, God’s bright future – will be revealed. The bread that God provides may not be able to erase our pain, or our grief, or our disappointment over present circumstances. But the bread is a reminder that our present circumstances are NOT, are NOT, are NOT, are NOT, are NOT the final word. God is the final word. And God is working, always working, to resurrect our own Emmaus: our possibilities, our goodness, our humanity, our tomorrow, our future. So…let’s grab a seat at the table, and perhaps we may finally understand that our SHOULD HAVE BEENs will one day BE.