Jesus Picks the No-Names

“That very day two of them were going to a village named Emmaus, about seven miles from Jerusalem, and they were talking with each other about all these things that had happened. While they were talking and discussing together, Jesus himself drew near and went with them” (Luke 24:13-15, ESV).

These unfolding events on the road to Emmaus have long been one of my favorite parts of the Easter story. Do you notice something about this passage? Two men – of whom we never heard before this incident – are the ones Jesus spent the most time with on His first day alive. On the first day of human history that He had triumphed over sin, hell, and the grave, He hung out with a couple of unknown guys.

I would have expected the ones enjoying such a breathtaking privilege to include some of the Twelve. Maybe John, the disciple that He loved. Or maybe Mary, the one who chose the better part. But no; instead, He picked a couple of under-the-radar types. One of them remains anonymous yet today. And Jesus went ahead and took a long, leisurely stroll with them, teaching them; encouraging them; and breaking bread with them.

Why do you figure He did this?

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