Curious verb choice, isn’t it? Was. Not is. Past tense. After all, these men had hoped that Jesus would redeem Israel, deliver her from under the heavy boot of Rome. But now it’s too late. Jesus is dead. Buried in that borrowed crypt. Sure, some women claimed they’d been to Jesus’ tomb and found it empty, but they were clearly a cup and a saucer short of a place setting.
What was Jesus thinking? Did he smile? Suppress a grin? Nope. He proclaims this teary twosome “foolish” and “slow of heart to believe.” (verse 25) Then he gives them a refresher course in Moses and the Prophets 101.
Incredibly, they still don’t get it. (Ah, the benefit of 2000/2000 hindsight!) As the trio approaches a village, Jesus acts as if he’s going further. They urge him to stay the night with them, which he does. Can you imagine their faces at the table later when Jesus takes the bread, gives thanks, breaks it and gives it to them?
“Hmmmm… this seems a little familiar….Haven’t we seen something like this before… Do you remember that afternoon in Bethsaida, with the loaves and the fishes….? Remember when Je….. Hey!!!!!”
Do you recognize the risen Lord? Have you left the “big city” and set out for Emmaus? Keep walking. Keep looking. Remember you’re only a visitor on this earthly sod, and you never know whom you may meet on the journey. Somewhere up ahead you’ll recline at a table. Bread will be broken and served by nail-scarred hands. Soon, perhaps in the twinkling of an eye, the dust of the day and the weariness of the walk will fall away and you’ll be a visitor no more. You’ll be Home.
(Part 1 posted on April 14.)