That very same day, two men—Cleopas and Simon (not Peter)—were going to Emmaus for some reason. Maybe they had family there. Maybe they had business there. Maybe it was just time to get back to real life since Jesus was no longer with them (though they had heard the rumors of the empty tomb).

No one knows, but Jesus knew. Jesus knew them and had a plan for them. Like so many times before, Jesus went out of His way to appear to those who would be saved, and to open their eyes so that they could see Him.

These two men were apparently also disciples of Jesus. They were called “two of them,” referring back to the disciples from the previous passage where the eleven were mentioned. I guess there were more than just the eleven huddled together.

These two men had walked with Jesus, and talked with Jesus, and heard His preaching to the multitudes. They had even heard His explanations of the parables later. Their eyes had beheld the Lord, and their ears had heard the audible sound of Jesus’ voice—but they had not seen Him or understood Him!

Do you come to church, or your small group, or maybe a more in-depth study of Scripture, and leave without having seen Jesus or having understood what He wanted you to hear? I know that I have.

Usually, it’s because the lust of the flesh, the lust of the eyes, or the boastful pride of life (1 John 2:15–17) has blinded my eyes or deadened my hearing. Sometimes I’m just going through the motions of life—walking to Emmaus and talking about Jesus—but not recognizing Him when He talks to me, when He approaches me.

In those moments, I realize I’m more in love with the world than I am with my risen Lord. It’s in these times that I become unconcerned about the miraculous importance of Jesus rising again.

But I know that He lived for me.
I know that He died for me.
And I know that He rose again—just for me!

So much so that I want to arise and return to the eleven and those with them (those closest to me) and tell them, “The Lord has truly risen!”