Read: Luke 24:13-35
After these things he appeared in another form to two of them, as they were walking into the country. (Mark 16:12)
Two friends once took a seven-mile walk to the village of Emmaus. We don’t know why, or who they were, other than that one man was Cleopas and they were acquainted with Jesus’ disciples. In this rough, hilly terrain, the walk could have taken several hours, plenty of time to recollect and discuss events of the past three days, namely, the cruel death of someone they had hoped would be their redeemer.
Walking is good for reminiscing, but these travelers were surprised when a stranger joined them and began to interpret prophecies about their crucified hero. Every step brought them closer to awareness, and even though they did not know this man, they insisted he stay with them to eat. Jesus concealed his identity until he blessed the bread, broke it, and shared with them. Then their eyes were finally opened.
Sometimes I’m not aware of Jesus’ presence either. I read his Word and try to understand it, but my eyes are blinded until something tangible happens, a symbolic event like Communion, a note from a friend, or a marvel of nature, which then reveals the truth of God’s promise. Whatever road you are traveling, keep walking and talking. Jesus may not join you “in another form” as he did with the Emmaus travelers, yet know that he is not a stranger. He conquered death and rose again to walk beside us. —Denise Vredevoogd
Prayer: Open our eyes, Jesus. Give us the gift of your presence on the road of life.