Tag: Road to Emmaus

We walk. We talk. We wonder. And slowly, perhaps, we begin to realise that we have not been alone on the road. Not for a moment.

I may not have recognised my husband, but an ordinary act at the start of a meal showed Cleopas and his companion that they were in the presence of the risen Christ.

I love this story of the road to Emmaus. Scholars don’t seem to know where Emmaus actually was – but that’s not really important. It was far enough to make a good story – and close enough to get back and share it with others…