BREAKING BREAD -- SPOILED WHEAT -- VIVID RECOLLECTION

On the way to Emmaus

There are many times in the Sacred Writings when revelations occur to people while they are on their way either for something important or for something socially satisfying...like returning to their abode.  I can think of a time or two and it is always memorable in its effect.  I can remember the meeting between Samson's mother and the angel; Abraham and the two men by the wayside; then there is always the event just outside of Damascus.  All of these events are deeply engraved in the hearts of the Children of God.

There are others that are unforgettable despite the fact that they are much more recent and have a significantly narrower sphere of influence.  In the New World there is the apparition of Our Lady to Juan Diego in Tepeyac, Mexico in the 16th century.  That event has provided the Americas with Our Lady of Guadalupe as the patroness.

Then, for the LaSalette Missionary there is this:

La Terre de Coin 

Mary, the mother of God asked:

“Have you never seen wheat that is spoilt, my children?”

 “No, Madam”, they replied.

“But you, my child”, she insisted, addressing the little boy in particular, “you must surely have seen some once when you were at the farm of Coin with your father. (Coin was a hamlet near the town of Corps). The owner of the field told your father to go and see his ruined wheat. You went together. You took two or three ears of wheat into your hands and rubbed them, and they fell into dust. Then you continued home. When you were still half an hour's distance from Corps, your father gave you a piece of bread and said to you: ‘Here, my child, eat some bread this year at least; I don't know who will eat any next year, if the wheat goes on like that’”.

Confronted with such precise details, Maximin eagerly replied: “Oh yes, Madam, I remember now; just at this moment I did not remember”.

It is impossible to not spend some time mulling over the profound personal spiritual implications that all of these "casual encounters" are meant to engrave in our hearts and souls.