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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Conversation (face to face) (10/07/10)

TITLE: The Master's Voice
By E.J. Swanson


The sun shone brightly and warmed our faces as we traveled the dusty road together. My friend, Eleazar, and I were returning home from Jerusalem. It seemed odd to us that the day appeared as no other day. Birds sang, a gentle breeze blew and the earth whispered of spring. But our hearts were heavy with sadness. Neither of us spoke a word for a long time.

Finally, I broke the silence. “Eleazar, have you ever seen so many people in Jerusalem for Passover before?”

My friend stopped walking. “No”, he replied softly. “I don’t think I ever have. Do you think it was only because of Passover? Or do you think some knew what was about to happen?”

“Surely Peter and the others did not know that Jesus was in danger. They would never have allowed Him to tarry there.”

Eleazar reflected on my words for a moment and replied, “That is true. And you know how protective Peter was of the Master. I’m surprised he didn’t get arrested too. Cleopas, none of us is safe yet. I do not think we have seen the end of it.”

As we lingered there in the sunlight along the road to Emmaus, a stranger approached us. “I cannot help but notice that your conversation seems sad as you have been walking along.”

Eleazar and I stared at one another in disbelief. Can anyone in this whole area surrounding Jerusalem not know what had happened there in the past few days? Can he be oblivious to the chaos that engulfed the whole city? Could he not have felt that the whole Roman Army was there on horseback?

Finally I answered. “Friend, are you a stranger in Jerusalem? Do you no know the things which happened there?”

“What things?” He asked.

Eleazar began to recount the events of the last three days. He told how the chief priests and our rulers delivered Jesus up to be condemned to death. His voice broke as he told of the crucifixion.

“We were hoping that it was He who was going to redeem Israel.” Eleazar began unburdening his soul to this stranger.

I was somewhat hesitant to speak of these things with as much fervor as my friend did. I spoke in a whisper to Eleazar, “Be careful what you say. We do not know this man. Remember, you said you do not think we have seen the end of it.”

Eleazar would not be hushed. “We know that His body is no longer in the tomb where they laid Him. Some women claimed they saw a vision of angels at the tomb. We do not know what has happened. That is why we walk along the way here with sad hearts and faces.”

The stranger began to speak to us in a voice that seemed somewhat familiar. I could not place it. But we listened intently.

“Oh, my foolish friends, and slow of heart to believe in all the prophets have spoken to you. Don’t you know that the Christ had to suffer these things to enter into His glory?”

Then this gentle stranger began with Moses and all the Prophets, to expound Scriptures concerning the Messiah.

As we drew near our village He indicated that He would leave us there and go farther.

I invited him to stay and eat with us. “Friend, it is near evening. Please abide with us.”

We went into the house together as he agreed to linger awhile. Finally, we sat down at the table together and He took bread, blessed it and broke it. As He handed us the bread our eyes were opened and we knew Him. Immediately, He vanished from our sight.

“Cleopas,” Eleazar spoke first. “Did your heart burn within you as He spoke?”

“Indeed it did, Eleazar. How could we not have known the Master’s voice? Hurry!” I said, “Let us go back to Jerusalem and share the good news with His Disciples.”

The road back to Jerusalem seemed shorter and more joyous than before. We had conversed with the Master. We had met Him face to face on the road to Emmaus.

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Fern Brown10/21/10
I love this. I'm so glad Jesus rose from the grave and is coming soon, although his death for sin's debt was so cruel.
Cheryl Harrison10/21/10
Did not our hearts burn within us... The road to Emmaus--a flashpoint of revelation for these two men. One of my favorite Bible stories. Good job.
Mildred Sheldon10/21/10
Thank you for retelling the story of the road to Emmanus. We serve an amazing and loving God. I enjoyed this very much.
Philippa Geaney 10/22/10
Such a natural voice. Really well done.
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 10/22/10
You did a great job showing how the dialog must have gone on that day. It was interesting and I enjoyed every bit of it.
Jan Ackerson 10/24/10
Excellent writing, and superb use of the topic.

My only nitpick is that when you're re-telling a very familiar story, you really need to find some very fresh angle.

Good job on the voice, the atmosphere, the setting.
Dee Yoder 10/24/10
The desrciptions and settings are wonderful. You did a good job keeping the conversation natural sounding, too.
Dolores Stohler10/27/10
Excellent! I enjoyed the retelling of this story. How I would have loved to be walking on that road when Jesus reappeared. But we will see Him in all His glory someday. May that be soon!