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<h1>The Road to Emmaus</h1>
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<p>Cleopas squinted against the bright afternoon sun that filtered through the olive trees, casting long shadows on the dusty road to Emmaus. Next to him, his companion trudged silently, both their minds churning with the tumult of recent events. Just days ago, they had witnessed the crucifixion of Jesus, the one they had hoped would redeem Israel.</p><p></p><p>Their footsteps crunched the ground, breaking the heavy silence that hung between them. "I can't believe he's gone," Cleopas murmured. His voice cracked under the weight of sorrow. "He was supposed to be the Messiah."</p><p></p><p>His friend nodded, his expression bitter. "The women claimed they saw a vision of angels at the tomb this morning, that heâs alive. But... can we believe them?"</p><p></p><p>Cleopas was about to respond when a stranger drew near, his pace quickening to match theirs. Dressed like any other traveler, the man seemed to emanate an unspeakable warmth. He greeted them with a friendly nod and asked, "What are you discussing as you walk along the road?"</p><p></p><p>Cleopas stopped in his tracks, momentarily taken aback. "Are you the only visitor to Jerusalem who hasn't heard about what's happened these past few days?"</p><p></p><p>"What things?" the stranger asked, his tone patient, inviting them to share their burdens.</p><p></p><p>Cleopas exchanged a glance with his companion, finding an odd comfort in the stranger's presence. "About Jesus of Nazareth," he said, his voice steadier now. "He was a prophet, powerful in word and deed before God and all the people. The chief priests and our rulers handed him over to be sentenced to death, and they crucified him."</p><p></p><p>Cleopas' companion took a deep breath and continued, "But we had hoped that he was the one who was going to redeem Israel. And whatâs more, it is the third day since all this took place."</p><p></p><p>Cleopas felt words building within him, spilling over like a swollen river. "Then some of our women amazed us. They went to the tomb early this morning but didn't find his body. They came and told us they had seen a vision of angels, who said he was alive."</p><p></p><p>The stranger listened intently, nodding. "How foolish you are," he finally said, his voice gentle as a spring breeze, "and how slow to believe all that the prophets have spoken! Did not the Messiah have to suffer these things and then enter his glory?"</p><p></p><p>As they resumed their walk, the stranger began to unfold the Scriptures, starting with Moses and all the Prophets, revealing the deep truths hidden in the holy texts. Each word he spoke was like a piece of a puzzle, and as the picture became clearer, hope flourished in the hearts of the two disciples.</p><p></p><p>They reached Emmaus as the sun began to sink below the horizon, the sky aflame with hues of orange and pink. When the stranger appeared ready to continue his journey, Cleopas turned to him earnestly. "Stay with us," he implored. "It's nearly evening; the day is almost over." The companionship of this mysterious teacher was something he was not ready to relinquish.</p><p></p><p>Inside the cozy warmth of their home, they settled around a small table. The stranger took the bread, gave thanks, broke it, and began to give it to them. In that instant, their eyes were opened; they recognized himâit was Jesus! But before they could speak, he vanished from their sight, leaving them awestruck and trembling with emotion.</p><p></p><p>"Didn't our hearts burn within us while he talked with us on the road and opened the Scriptures to us?" Cleopas exclaimed, grabbing his friend's arm with a fervor brought on by revelation.</p><p></p><p>They needed no further discussion. With newfound energy, they rose and immediately set out for Jerusalem, eager to share the unbelievable truth with the others.</p><p></p><p>Reflecting on this encounter, what keeps you from recognizing the divine in ordinary moments?</p>
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<strong>Biblical Reference:</strong> Luke 24:13-27
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