Their hearts were broken, their dreams smashed. Their beloved Master was dead, cruelly crucified. The blow was so terrible and unexpected (although they had been told) that their hearts and words could concentrate on nothing else. Travelling t Emmaus their tragedy was all they could think about even when a stranger joined them on their journey. There was no interest in who he was or why he was travelling on this road. At first they dominated the talk with their troubles but gradually this ‘stranger’ took control of the conversation.
‘He interpreted to them all the scriptures, starting with Moses. Gradually their thoughts turned away from their misery as they listened enthralled, but still ignorant of who this man was. They found it difficult to grasp that he didn’t know anything about the recent trouble in Jerusalem. It wasn’t until Jesus broke the bread that their eyes were opened.
Are there times in our ow lives when we do not see? Do we miss Jesus because our minds are fully involved with our own troubles? There must be times when we ignore a call for help from others because our hearts are turned inwards. Blessings can be missed, opportunities to help others not taken because we are out of step with God. On our own walk to Emmaus we can step off God’s chosen path and wander in the desert. How we need to stay focused on Him and not miss His abundant blessings.