Headed back home we were, after a day of strange reports and rumors. Some of the women had gone early to wash and wrap the body, but came running back claiming they had been met by angels, told that the Lord was still alive. Cleopas and I were skeptical, knowing all that loss and shock can do to people’s minds at times like these. Anyway as we walked along – only a permitted Sabbath journey – we were overtaken by a stranger who joined us on our way. “Why so sad?” he asked. So we told him of our grief and fear, all that had happened in the city. The stranger knew his Torah and led us to a whole new understanding of the master’s death. It was getting dark, so we invited our new friend to join us at a wayside inn. Then, at the table over supper, he took the loaf, tore it open in that certain way the Master had, and vanished. So here we are now, come racing back with fire in our hearts to tell you all that we have seen and heard. Jesus is not dead! We sat at table with the … [Read more...]