I have found that I have a tendancy to stop at the end of a story. I usually don't read the Postlogue. In the case of the Easter story, that would be the Road to Emmaus. I find it interesting that the most detailed account is in the book of Luke. My reasoning is this, Luke was not a disciple. He was not even there during the resurrection. Luke however, was a doctor, which made him intelligent, logical, and well educated. Probably much more so than the fishermen apostles, NOT that I am saying that you have to be a genius to serve God. But Luke was hired to research the life of Jesus to prove authenticity. How did he come by his information? Eyewitness accounts and interviews. That is why it interests me that his account is the most detailed. Did he speak to the actual men that encountered Him on the road? Maybe.
In this account, Jesus spent hours with these mournful men walking back home after the crucifixion. He walked with them talking about what had just happened in Jerusalem and sharing the Old Testament prophets and what was foretold of the Christ. And in all that time, they didn't recognize Him. They didn't see Him because all they could see was their sorrow.
How many times do I find myself in that same place. Full of sorrow, full of self-pity, and full of myself. But you know what? He is there with me too. But I don't see Him. I can be just as blind as those men on the road to Emmaus, walking with the Christ and too caught up my problems to see Him there with me, every step of the long journey. Until He reveals himself and I am left to reflect on the abundant grace that has carried me through.
Open my eyes Lord, so that I may behold your presence and see your glory!
~D
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