“That same day two of Jesus’ followers were walking
to the village of Emmaus, seven miles from Jerusalem….
They were talking about everything that had happened….
Jesus himself suddenly came and began walking with them.
But God kept them from recognizing him.”
How many times have I walked along through life and Jesus was right there walking with me but I didn’t know it? Just as a thief or a sniper could be watching me right now, just as people see my life when I don’t think they’re looking, or just as the angels protect me from danger I don’t see, Jesus is walking alongside me. But I get so preoccupied with my own thoughts I don’t recognize him. Or sometimes he’s there and God keeps me from recognizing him.
I’m always in God’s presence, whether I see him or not. Back when I knew him as harsh and demanding, I was afraid of him seeing me. Now that I know he loves me so much, I delight that he’s always with me, even when I don’t see him.