Two of them that same day were making their way to Emmaus,
seven miles distant from Jerusalem,
discussing as they went all that had happened.
On our last day in Israel, we arrived at the airport in Tel Aviv in the wee hours of the morning. Tired as I was, my brain seemed to be in overdrive as images from the past seven days swirled about in my memory. I pulled my now-ragged itinerary from my purse in a vain attempt to organize my thoughts. I had met so many wonderful people and had seen so many amazing sights along the way. I wondered how I could possibly remember everything…
After Jesus died, those who were unaware returned to their villages and homes to resume their lives after Passover. Some of those who knew Jesus had to do the same. Any hope they had in a change for the better died with their teacher. Jesus’ closest friends huddled nearby in uncertainty and fear. The men who returned to Emmaus struggled with their memories. Their thoughts likely swirled in their heads as mine had as I sat in the airport. In my case, I knew the end of the story and the hope for us all that followed. These poor fellows knew none of this. They walked in disappointed misery until a stranger joined them along the way…
If you find yourself steeped in disappointed misery with every passing day, remember who joined those fellows as they made their way home to Emmaus. They were as baffled and confused by current events as we are these days. Fortunately, they weren’t left to their own devices. Now are we. Turn your eyes upward -or into your own heart- and you’ll find all of the help and consolation you need.
Loving God, be with me when I swim in uncertainty without direction. Be with me when I struggle to find the way.
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