Dig. This. Road.

Emmaus. What does it mean? And why does it mean it?

What does the mystery teach us? And what, exactly, is our "take-away?" supposed to be?

I had a kinda mystical run-through, or script-session, about 3:30 this morning on the subject. Couldn't sleep. My mind whorled like a carousel as I tried and failed to muster up a decent course of action for today at a time when the only thing concrete under my feet seems to be the white strip that bifurcates the green postage stamp the builders call our "front yard."

So anyway, the Road.

Cleopas and his buddy leave Jerusalem on the 3d day. They didn’t see the risen Christ. So, feeling dejected, let down, and just crummy beyond words, they decide to get out of town.

But the Good Shepherd goes after them.

He walks with them, recounting to them from Scripture His own prophecy (how cool is that?).

Then after, holding the bread of life in His hands, He shows them He is truly with them.

Their belief, like ours, was human and limited. He brought them to new place where they can learn to live and grow without end.

There are many layers here. Enough to write a separate book on altogether. But the gist of it for me is, God is always there.

And it’s in trial, the hard valley usually, where He likes to give the increase.

Such is the mystery.