The Stranger at Table Seven
Maria Gonzalez almost didn't go to work that Tuesday morning. Her mother had died three days earlier, and the world felt emptied out — familiar streets suddenly foreign, the morning routine meaningless. But the bills wouldn't pause for grief, so she tied her apron and returned to the diner on Maple Street in Cedar Rapids.
Around eleven, a man sat alone at table seven. He ordered coffee and eggs, nothing unusual. But when Maria brought the check, he asked how she was doing — not the way customers ask when they're being polite, but the way someone asks when they actually want to know. She surprised herself by telling him everything. He listened. Then he said something she'd never forget: "Your mother's love didn't stop. It just changed addresses."
She went to clear his table after he left. Under the coffee mug sat a handwritten note on a napkin: Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted. No name. No number. She never saw him again.
Maria tells that story fifteen years later with tears still fresh. "I didn't realize what was happening while it was happening," she says. "But my heart was burning the whole time."
That's the Emmaus road. Two grieving disciples walked seven miles beside the Risen Christ and never knew it — until He broke the bread and their eyes flew open. The Lord draws near to the brokenhearted, often unrecognized, always present. Sometimes you only see Him clearly in the rearview mirror, when your burning heart finally makes sense.
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