Missing the obvious

While walking back from Jerusalem to Emmaus, two friends were joined by the risen Jesus.  The seven mile journey over rocky dusty roads probably took several hours to complete.  You would think by spending that length of time with Jesus, hearing his familiar words, noticing common mannerisms, they must have noticed something familiar.  After all, they had just spent the last couple of years following Him, listening to His words, and seeing His works.

It was only when He gave thanks and broke bread that their eyes were open to who he really was.  I know that as I walk through life with Jesus as my traveling companion there are many times I am clueless to His presence.  None the less, His promise to never leave or forsake me is not dependent on my observing the obvious.

I’m praying that the eyes of my understanding would continually be open to His powerful presence.

From Pennsylvania,

Mike