As of old He walked to Emmaus
With them to abide
So through all life’s way He walketh
Ever by our side
Soon again, we shall behold Him
Hasten Lord, the day
But ‘twill still be that same Jesus
As He went away
Yesterday, today, forever, Jesus is the same
All may change, but Jesus never.
Glory to His name
Songs of yesterday from yesteryear singing about one of the more esoteric essentially Easter passages. But it is at the end of the year, during this Advent 2016 season, that Emmaus is brought to mind. Two men on a seven mile journey. Not terribly far in today’s riptide world, but it’s a long walk. Having been in Jerusalem, part of a great movement that had infused hope into a hopeless people. Someone to call their own. Someone to heal. Someone to save. And then, political upheaval, a sudden betrayal, the death of all hope. Jesus has been crucified.
No need to admit defeat. No need to concede. It is obvious to all. You were wrong. And head hung in shame, you go home. Back to the place you came from. Could be from nowhere. Back to being nothing. Back to Emmaus.
As you are walking and venting, thankful for the companionship of fellows in misery, a third joins. After His departure, or vanishing, you realize. It was the Lord. All along. Here He was, walking with us. Taking this same miserable path. And He understood. He took the same steps, walked the same path.
And this is our strength for today, this is our confidence for the future. Our once and coming King. He walks with us and talks with us along life’s narrow way. He shall return. Come quickly, Lord.