Spiritual Non-Fiction posted April 22, 2011

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The long walk home from Jerusalem

Resurrection Road

by forestport12

My friend Cleopas kept his head down while walking, as if he carried a millstone around his neck. As we talked about the death of Jesus, the sun tormented us, and the air was heavy with sorrow. We had worn our sandals thin to Jerusalem, where our hope that he was the "Messiah" was short lived. Now, we felt every stone prick the bottom of our feet on our way back to the village of Emmaus.

A stranger started walking with us. He must have perceived our sadness, and sensed our troubled spirit. "You seem to be in a deep discussion about something," he said. "What persuades you to walk in this manner?"

We stopped for a moment, suspended in disbelief, our pain now clearly scripted on our faces. Cleopas replied, "You must be the only person in Jerusalem who hasn't heard about the dreadful things that happened last week."

"What things?" the stranger asked.

My friend Cleopas motioned with his hands, as if he should paint in the sky a picture for this stranger. "The things that happened to Jesus, the Man from Nazareth. He was a prophet who did incredible miracles and was a mighty teacher, highly esteemed by God and man."

I reached out to comfort my friend, and placed a hand to his shoulder as his voice grew louder, but he continued. "The chief priest and our rulers arrested him, and handed him over to the Roman government to be condemned to death, and...and they crucified him!"

My friend wept sore before this man, but the stranger stood in calm silence.

"We had thought he was the Messiah," I said. "Come to rescue Israel."

We continued our journey, and I felt the burden of our silence, until finally the stranger spoke. "Do you find it hard to believe all that the prophets wrote in the scriptures? Wasn't it clearly predicted by the prophets that Jesus the Messiah would have to suffer all these things before entering into glory?"

As we walked together he quoted many passages, expounding on the scriptures as no other man had done before us. Beginning with the book of Genesis, thru the prophet Moses and to our present time, he explained for us passages that had only been a mystery.

Drawing closer to our village of Emmaus, and the end of our journey, we noticed our new friend acted as if he would go further against a darkening sky. We begged him to stay the night with us.

As we sat down to eat, he asked God's blessing on the food and then took a small loaf of bread and broke it. Suddenly, as if scales had fallen from our eyes, we knew him! And in that moment he disappeared.

We ran back to Jerusalem as fast as we could. Our hearts on fire!! We found his disciples gathered in an upper room. "HE'S ALIVE! HE'S ALIVE!!"


"Did not our hearts burn within us, while he talked with us by the way, and while he opened to us the scriptures?" (Luke 24:32 KJV)


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