“…two of them were going to a village called Emmaus, about seven miles from Jerusalem. . . . As they talked and discussed these things with each other, Jesus himself came up and walked along with them” (Luke 24:13.15)
I’ve always imagined the road to Emmaus was long enough to have a serious conversation – when no one’s in a hurry and nothing disturbs you, Seven miles on foot. One of my favorite readings after the Easter Sunday.
They are all so moving, all the descriptions of meetings with the Risen Christ. He lets the people – who have just been through the tragedy of his capture and execution – freely express their pain. He lets Mary Magdalene weep, the disciples walking to Emmaus – describe their disappointment; He even lets Thomas not believe and touch His wounds.
My Lord does not expect political correctness form me. Because how can you build a true relationship on pretending; pretending results in a sense of distance and alienation.
So I can always set off on the way to Emmaus. I can tell my story, explain my disappointment with the language of my own heart. And hear Him asking: “Wait, did you forget what I told you last time? Nothing has changed, you can still trust Me”. And to listen to His version of my story, especially when I start to suffer from amnesia. And when the day is almost over, let Him share bread with me – on another mile of our common history.
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