Were We Not
Fools on the Road?
Placing myself on the road to Emmaus — and realizing I might have walked right past Him too.
"Oh, how foolish you are!"
Luke 24:25
If I could travel back to any moment in the New Testament, it would be this one.
I would have wanted to be right there on the road to Emmaus, walking alongside Cleophas and his companion as they approached a stranger and essentially said, "What is wrong with you? Have you not heard everything that happened in Jerusalem?" (That is my interpretation, but I feel confident about it.)
And honestly? I would like to think my female intuition would have kicked in at some point. I imagine nudging one of them and whispering, "Yoo-hoo — I think this guy looks familiar." But the reality is, I might not be that great at recognizing Jesus either. Not always. I have much more to learn than I have yet learned, and I am often too busy, too distracted, too proud, too lazy, or just honestly too slow to figure it out. I need my eyes opened. I need my heart opened. I need to be able to see all that the Lord is doing right in front of me.
What I love most is pondering that moment at the end of the journey, when Jesus broke bread in front of them — and then, just like that, He was gone. Vanished. And in that instant, everything clicked.
Can you imagine? Every word they had spoken to this stranger on the road suddenly came rushing back. Every response He gave them. Every time He opened the Scriptures and their hearts burned within them — and they had not even known why. They must have stood there in complete disbelief, replaying the entire conversation, slowly realizing they had been pouring out their grief and confusion to Jesus Himself.
I love that image. The shock. The laughter, maybe. The pure, overwhelming joy of it. And then — they raced back to Jerusalem. Of course they did. You cannot keep something like that to yourself.
Reflecting on this moment is one of the great joys of my faith life. It is joyous, humorous, and deeply enlightening all at once. It reminds me to pay attention. To slow down. To look at the stranger walking beside me and ask whether Jesus might be trying to say something through them, or to me, that I keep missing.
Because He is risen. He is out there on the road. And He is still walking with fools like us. What joy!
Have you ever had a moment where you looked back and realized Jesus had been right there the whole time, and you almost missed it? I would love to hear your story. Pray for me! I will pray for you. 🙏
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