Every one of us knows this road.  We’ve traveled it. We’ve lost our way on it.  We’ve left it behind and we’ve returned to it.  We recognize it by the words we speak when our feet hit its rough and winding way once again: But we had hoped … the diagnosis wasn’t cancer, our marriage would get easier, our son would come home, the depression would lift.  The words we speak on the road to Emmaus are words of pain, disappointment, confusion, and longing. And yet, the stranger who is our Savior Jesus still meets us on this road. He’s risen on the road to Emmaus, and he’s risen everywhere else.  So, look for him.  Listen for him.  He is rise. He is risen, indeed. Alleluia!