Jesus and the two disciples On the Road to Emmaus, by Duccio 14th century
“Then Yahweh replied, “This is what I, Yahweh, the God of Israel, say to you: ‘The good figs are the people of Judah whom I sent away in exile to Babylon.
My eyes will compassionately watch over them for their good, to bring them back to this land, to build them up and not to tear them down, to plant them and not to uproot them.
I will give them a willing heart to know that I am Yahweh.
They will be my beloved people, and I will be their loving God, for they will return to me with every passion of their heart.”
Jeremiah 24:4-7 TPT
“A white-tailed deer drinks from the creek; I want to drink God, deep drafts of God. I’m thirsty for God-alive.
I wonder, “Will I ever make it— arrive and drink in God’s presence?” I’m on a diet of tears— tears for breakfast, tears for supper.
All day long people knock at my door, Pestering, “Where is this God of yours?”
These are the things I go over and over, emptying out the pockets of my life.
I was always at the head of the worshiping crowd, right out in front, Leading them all, eager to arrive and worship, Shouting praises, singing thanksgiving— celebrating, all of us, God’s feast!
Why are you down in the dumps, dear soul?
Why are you crying the blues?
Fix my eyes on God— soon I’ll be praising again. He puts a smile on my face.
He’s my God. When my soul is in the dumps, I rehearse everything I know of you, From Jordan depths to Hermon heights, including Mount Mizar. Chaos calls to chaos, to the tune of whitewater rapids.
Your breaking surf, your thundering breakers crash and crush me. Then God promises to love me all day, sing songs all through the night!
My life is God’s prayer. Sometimes I ask God, my rock-solid God, “Why did you let me down? Why am I walking around in tears, harassed by enemies?”
They’re out for the kill, these tormentors with their obscenities, Taunting day after day,
“Where is this God of yours?” Why are you down in the dumps, dear soul? Why are you crying the blues?
Fix my eyes on God— soon I’ll be praising again. He puts a smile on my face. He’s my God.”
Psalms 42:1-11 MSG
The Last Supper - Leonardo Da Vinci
This is how it happened, As soon as they reclined at the table, he took the bread, blessed it, broke it and 1was giving it to them!
([1] And proceeded to give it... [ἐπεδίδου] A very beautiful use of the Imperfect Active, indicating that while he was in the act of distributing they recognized him.
He blessed, and having broken, was giving it to them, when, in an instant, their eyes were opened.
And immediately their eyes 1were opened and they 2knew exactly who he was! Then he 3vanished from their view!
They erupted in an avalanche of words, Were our hearts not set ablaze - even while he was speaking along the way and opening the Scriptures to us!
Luke 24:30-32 Mirror study Bible
“ So here I am; found in Christ. I was looking in the wrong place all along. My own duty-and-guilt-driven religious endeavor snared me in the cul-de-sac maze of self-righteousness, sponsored by the law of works.
The faith of Christ reveals my identity; righteousness defines who God believes that I really am. This righteousness is sourced in God and endorses the authority of faith. (Faith is a fairy tale if Jesus is not the substance of it.). Oh to comprehend the dynamic of his resurrection. His resurrection is evidence of our righteousness.
In the revelation of God’s economy of inclusion, I actually co-suffered with him and co-died together with Christ. (Because I was already fully represented in his sufferings, his death and resurrection, I am greatly inspired when faced with contradictions now. Romans 4:25.)”
Philippians 3:9-10 Mirror Study Bible
Knowledge begins in hunger.
Not the kind that can be solved by facts,
but the kind that kindles fire in the heart.
Christ draws near to the longing soul,
opens the Word, breaks the Bread,
and suddenly, we see Him.
Not just known — desired.
Not just studied — embraced.
What stirs my heart like the disciples’ on the road to Emmaus?
How is Christ awakening my holy desire during this Easter season?
Jesus, Living Word and Flame of holy longing,
Kindle our hearts with the fire of Your passion.
Let us hunger for You more than understanding,
And find ourselves known in the breaking of the bread.
