My little one,(Luke 24:13-32)"Behold two of them went that same dayto a village called Em-ma-us,which wasfrom Jerusalem about threescore furlongs......and it came to pass while they communedtogether,Jesus himself drew, and went with them.but their eyes were holden that they should notknow him......and they drew nigh unto the village,Jesus made as though he would have gone further.but they constrained him,'abide with us',.....Jesuswent in to tarry with them.......and it came to pass,as he sat at meal with them, he took bread, andblessed it,and brake,and gave to them.and theireyes were opened,and they knew him;and hevanished out of their sight....did not our heartburn within us,while he talked with us by the wayand while he opened to us the scriptures?"'My child, my little one, my bride,how often would I long to drawthee ,as a hen would gather closeher little 'brood'under her wings!A young Moorish 'kitchen maid',adorns the 'mundane' tapestry'a 'mullat' African slave-girl ever,thy God among 'the pots' abides!There she stands 'poised' for service,her 'trembling' hands,lifts the 'flour,'the 'dough' pressed' and 'rolled' thusshe 'bakes' the most 'precious' of 'bread'.O! she places the 'beloved' of 'bread'ever so 'gently' on the table spread!the 'stranger' awaits with so much loveher 'guest' with the two of Em-ma-us road!Back to the kitchen,her foot-steps draw,to reach for the 'ceramic pitcher' jug!the 'grapes' are 'crushed',ever so finethe 'richest' of the 'wines' for table thus!She 'holds the 'ceramic pitcher' poisedher left hand coils around the jug firmlyshe 'turns' ,a 'flood' of 'light' engulfs her facearrested, awe-struck, she 'freezes' in 'time'!She holds her'breath', one moment in 'awe'!listens! listens! surely that 'voice!',O! voice!strains her ears,listen!she eavesdrops,leaning!confirms her suspicion,tis the risen Christ!T'was the voice,she instantly recognized!the 'voice' she'd heard in the crowd bethe 'voice' as though for her ears aloneshe'd heard it so loud and clear before!His eyes had looked across at her ,everthou hast 'ravished ' me with one'glance'as though she was the only one in the crowdone 'moment' frozen in 'time' ever be!Surely those 'hands' which 'broke' the 'bread'those 'hands' which 'healed' the sick,the samenow at the table 'brakes' the 'bread' and 'gives'only now the Em-ma-us two, beholds the 'Christ'!O! blessed 'kitchen maid',how 'highly favoured'thou thy blessed 'Lord' behold, how much thou 'loved'thou thy 'Saviour's' love possessed everbefore the Em-ma-us two ever recognized Him!Thy 'God' in the midst of the 'kitchen pots',child!do not thou ever fear man ever in thy life ever!I am thy God, in the midst of thee, ever and everGod of the Em-ma-us road,my 'guest' art thou!Saith thy Lord! thy God! thy King!
