. . . their eyes were opened and they recognized Him. Luke 24:31
How many times have you taken a familiar route only to wind up lost? Lost in distraction.
While driving to a destination my daughter has traveled many times, she became totally lost the other day. Deep in prayer for a young girl in our church who is in critical condition, her mind and heart were in another place. Grieving, she was unaware of her surroundings.
When he found out where she was going, he said, “You really are lost! You need to get on the road to Emmaus.” (Pennsylvania, that is.).
Cute story, but it prompted me to read the scripture concerning the Biblical road to Emmaus.
Mentioned only once, Luke (24:13-35) tells of two disciples walking along the dusty Emmaus road grieving their buried Messiah. It was a time of great sorrow and confusion in their lives. Jesus had been crucified. They lost hope.
And then . . . they met a third traveler . . .
Their worn sandals had traveled many familiar roads with the holy companion, and yet He was a stranger to them on this day. During the two-hour trek from Jerusalem to Emmaus you’d think they’d figure out who He was.
They didn’t see Him because they didn’t expect to.
As the journey came to an end they invited the unknown friend to come stay with them. They shared a meal. In Eucharist they finally recognized the poured out wine and broken bread sitting at their table.
Emmaus means warm springs – healing waters. A spa of hope. I can only imagine how they felt when they could see with eyes of hope . . . the risen Jesus.
The story of the road to Emmaus is our story, too. The Christ-light on a dark path. Lost in the familiar, not seeing the sacred among the mundane.
The Lord will meet us on whatever road we are today. Our choice is to recognize Him.