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James Tissot -The Pilgrims of Emmaus on the Road -1886-1894 It's just a road, like any road, dirt, stone, dust. It leads us to a place. It could have been any place. We were two, unimportant, except for this one scene, this one moment.  There were other travelers. Most were burdened, as we. Most were shocked by the cruelty of man, upon man. Some had been hopeful. Some had doubts. He could have stepped up beside any others. His shawl keeping the dust from his eyes. A traveler like us, no different, except for what he lacked. How is it, you do not know. How is it you are unaware. It is as if the sun has set on us, and refused to rise. This one gave us hope. This one spoke of things differently than any of the others. How is it, you do not know. It's just a road, like any road, dirt, stone, dust. It leads us to a place. It could have been any place. We were two, unimportant, except for this one scene, this one moment. We are two, joined by one who didn't seem to know. copyrigh...

I wondered, how it was possible that this man leaving the Holy City did not know anything about the horrible events that had taken place in the previous days.  Cleopas and I were downhearted, the others were crushed.  I mean Peter and John had followed Jesus since the first days of his ministry.  They were fishermen, filled with hope of something better than moldy nets, leaky boats and a lifetime of paying taxes. I can still hear the traveler asking what we were talking about in such solemn voices.  I could not believe someone could possibly have slept through the trial and crucifixion.  Still, we patiently explained about Jesus of Nazareth, asking the traveler, multiple times, if he was the only person who had been to the city who did not know.  Every time we queried him about this, he would simply smile and ask us to continue. But he did know. He knew everything scripture had shown us. The lessons forgotten, the verses taken for granted and the pr...