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Return from Emmaus by Paul Rand
© Paul Rand 2017
The speaker bursts in, preferably from somewhere at the back of the room, full of excitement. They are wearing a coat and a rucksack and carrying a staff or hiking stick. They also have some bread in the top of their rucksack. They come in and walk through the congregation during the first few lines, including offering round some of the bread.
It’s true! Jesus is alive! We’ve seen him with our own eyes!
We met him on the road and he came and shared a meal with us.
Look, this is the bread that he blessed.
His hands touched this bread and broke it.
Here, have some for yourselves.
He really was with us.
He walked alongside us and talked with us, just like he’d done before.
I tell you, it’s true!
The women were right. He has come back to life.
Sorry. Not making much sense am I?
Let me try to tell you what happened. From the beginning.
You know how we, Cleopas and I, decided to go back to his house in Emmaus?
Well, we didn’t really talk much as we left the city.
We were both deep in our own thoughts.
I don’t think either of us much felt like talking either – as we travelled the same city streets as he’d been driven through, with that heavy cross on his back.
It wasn’t until we’d got through the gates that either of us said anything.
Cleopas spoke first.
“Do you think there was anything we could have done to save him?” he asked.
“Like what?” I replied.