I woke up in the night and imagined myself in these Easter week scenes. It’s not so much lectio divina, reading slowly, understanding the text, asking what does it mean to me as what I call imagino divina: trying to remember the text, scene by scene.

Tonight I was trying to remember everyone’s favourite story: the disciples meet Jesus on the road from Emmaus.

I was walking with them. I am walking with theirs. And my eyes closed.

First I am dejected, then I listen, but I am listening so hard.

“Then starting with Moses and going through the Prophets, he explained to them the passages throughout the scriptures that we about Himself.”

And still they do not recognise Him. And still I do not recognise Him.

So I plod on in my dream.

And then we go into the house together.

“Now while He was with them at table, He took the bread and handed it to them. And their eyes were opened, but He vanished from their sight.” (Luke 24:13-35)

This happens to me: I believe for a moment, then He vanishes.