Yesterday's entry about seeing the gym as a mission field reminded me of the two disciples on the road to Emmaus. Some of you remember me writing about them, but I love this scene.
There they were, walking toward Emmaus together. It was late in the day, their heads hung low as they kicked-up dust with each reminiscent step. After minutes of silence, one would remember something Jesus said, bringing a grin to both their faces. After all, these two heard and saw things not written in the Bible.
After another quiet mile or so, the other would bring up "that time when," and the two would smile, shake their heads, laugh and cry. Who would blame them? They missed their friend. Not the miracle maker or the water-walker, but just Jesus. The same Jesus who would tell a good joke at night, sending all the guys to bed laughing. And the same Jesus that listened to their stories with the anticipation of one who didn't already know the ending. Jesus was easy to miss. Even when He was walking right next to you.
For Discussion: Have you seen Jesus this week? Maybe in the doctor that gave you the news of your blood sugar? Perhaps it was the homeless man who wanted nothing more than for you to look him in the eye and smile? Or maybe it was at the gym. Same spot, same routine, same greeting. There to improve their body, but desperate to find their soul. Friends, Jesus may not walk beside us like He did on the road to Emmaus, but He walks among us. Let's remind each other not to miss Him, because it's easy to do when we're not looking. (Anyone remember yesterday's challenge?)