Pilgrim progress- a disciple on a journey!

'Twas eventide. Along the dusty road   Two weary travelers passed with aching feet  And heavy hearts, while each in saddened tones   The story of their Lord would oft repeat.  We yearn for Him, and is it not three days   Since first He lay within the silent tomb?  Yet when we hastened to His resting place,   Our Lord had gone; His grave was wrapt in gloom.  Communing thus, these weary travelers went.   Their hearts oppressed by mingled doubt and fear;  When lo! along the road to Emmaus   Their Lord, the risen Christ Himself, drew near.  With gentle voice He asked of them their grief,–  "Why are ye sad? and O, what troubleth thee?"  They knew not that the loving Master spoke,   Their eyes were holden, that they could not see.  And one replied: "We know not where He is,–  Our Lord, who promised Israel to redeem.  Art thou a stranger in Jerusalem?   And knowest not what marvelous things have be...

Literally, I haven’t been to Emmaus. But the moment I intend that question in a figurative sense. I do not refer to the Palestinian village several miles from Jerusalem , but I refer rather to our own Emmaus, because Emmaus is the place you go when there is nowhere else to go. Emmaus is the place of lost hopes, shattered dreams, and heavy hearts. Emmaus is the place you retreat to when you are bone-tired, beaten down, and broken up by the tragedies and disappointments of life. It may be a village, but it is often a state of mind, characterised by the absence of joy, the lost sense of meaning, the frequent loneliness of the human condition, and the seeming absurdity of life. Have you been to Emmaus? It is the place you escape to when you are hurting and in need of healing, when you are crying and are in need of comfort, when you are exhausted and in need of renewal. If you have lived at all, I suspect you have been to Emmaus or maybe you are still there. The road to Emmaus is frequ...