There is a Crusader church nearby, the Church of the Resurrection; one of the elegant Frankish constructions, this one in particular housing frescoes depicting the Emmaus encounter and workmanship that exhibits a collaboration between Eastern and Western Christians.
And those frescoes remind us of the story from today's gospel. How the disciples knew Jesus in the breaking of the bread.
He had walked with them on the road, as unknown as the grateful dead of Egyptian legend, while explaining to them everything about himself from the Scriptures from beginning to end. No soap.
No light came on for them then. All that teaching. I hope they remembered it. They did not seem to write it down or convey it to anyone else.
What they did convey, and that as fast as their feet could carry them, was their experience of the risen Christ - in his actions, in his shared communion with them, in the simple act of breaking bread, which he had told them he would not do until he was in his Father's kingdom. Somehow now he already was.
And perhaps somehow too we can be; we can begin to live into that kingdom this week, today.
They devoted themselves to the apostles’ teaching and fellowship, to the breaking of bread and the prayers.
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