I can’t imagine the sorrow that hung on the disciple’s shoulders as they made their way to Emmaus. A seven mile journey that must have felt like a hundred. Their Rabbi, their hope, their friend had been nailed to a cross and tortured three days before.
Hadn’t they just a week prior rejoiced as they entered Jerusalem, pregnant with hope preparing to celebrate God’s deliverance from Egypt? With shouts of hosanna they believed Jesus would once more deliver Israel from the power that burdened them. Only to have their hope miscarried a few days later as they watched Jesus carry the cross towards Golgotha.
Oh the heavy weight of grief they wore.
And when a companion joined them, what encouragement they must have felt as He explained all the prophecies. I wonder if they began to toy with hope again. If thoughts of, “could this be true? could He have really risen?”, entertained their hearts. I love how they say their hearts burned within them.
When all hope was lost for these two men Jesus literally came and walked beside them. He quickened their hearts for hope. And they wasted little time returning to Jerusalem.
How have you experienced hope born out of a situation you thought was hopeless?