Why was Jesus unrecognizable to Mary in the Gospel of John, mistaking him for the gardener? It probably wasn't only because Mary had tears in her eyes. In the Gospel of Luke, two of his disciples walk with Christ to Emmaus ( a seven mile walk!) talking and discussing scripture. It is only when they are breaking bread together later that they realize what they are experiencing. This underscores an idea within mystical Christianity that Jesus comes to each of us in unique and unexpected ways. Often, it is not in a blinding epiphany, descending in a chariot from on high ( what you might call a "bells and whistles" revelation), but in quiet and ordinary moments that we only recognize later as being saturated with the presence of the sacred as we recall the sense of "our hearts burning within us".
What have been your "Emmaus moments'? What moments , ordinary at the time, linger in your memory with a particular kind of poignancy, revelation and glow?