The Road to Emmaus

I sit here overlooking the Guadalupe River, preparing for my seven-mile “walk to Emmaus.”

The walk taken by the two disciples shortly after Jesus was crucified—when they unknowingly met Him along the road—has become a simple metaphor for my daily walk with Him.

No matter where we are—time, place, or position along the sanctification journey—we can encounter Jesus through others… if we are looking for His light within them.

And we see Him even more clearly when we shine His light as well.

My attention shifts to the trees along the river—some still bent and laid over from the force of the floodwaters that passed through nine months ago, leaving destruction in their wake.

And yet, they remain.

Like the road to Emmaus, they become a quiet metaphor.

Bent… but not broken.

There is a resilience in them.

And the same is true for us as believers.

We face trials.
We endure storms.
We are tested.

But we are not abandoned.

The Holy Spirit within us holds us steady.

Over time, the walk becomes easier. Consistent steps build strength. The seven miles no longer feel as long.

But it isn’t just the exercise that carries meaning.

It’s the invitation.

The quiet pull of the Spirit.

And then I sense it again…

“Let’s go.”

A breeze moves across the water, and I rise to my feet.

Time to walk.

May God bless every brother and sister who take their own walk to Emmaus today… and every day.

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"Then their eyes were opened and they knew Him; and He vanished from their sight."
Luke 24:31 (NKJV)