On the first day of the week, the day the women and Peter and John came to my tomb, two other of my disciples were going to a village called Emmaus, about seven miles from Jerusalem. As the pair walked, they talked with each other about everything that had happened. As they discussed these things with each other, I came up and walked along with them; but they were kept from recognizing me.
I asked them, “What are you discussing together as you walk along?”
They stood still, their faces downcast. One of them, named Cleopas, asked me, “Are you the only one visiting Jerusalem who does not know the things that have happened there in these days?”
“About Jesus of Nazareth. He was a prophet, powerful in word and deed before God and all the people. The chief priests and our rulers handed him over to be sentenced to death, and they crucified him. But we had hoped that he was the one who was going to redeem Israel. And what is more, it is the third day since all this took place. In addition, some of our women amazed us. Early this morning they went to the tomb, but didn’t find his body. They came and told us that they had seen a vision of angels, who said he was alive. Then some of our companions went to the tomb and found it just as the women had said, but they did not find Jesus.”
At this I said to them, “How foolish you are, and how slow to believe all that the prophets have spoken! Did not the Messiah have to suffer these things and then enter his glory?” And beginning with Moses and all the Prophets, I explained to them what was said in all the Scriptures concerning myself.
As we approached the village to which they were going, I continued on as if I were going farther, for indeed I was.
But they urged me strongly, “The day is almost over. Stay with us, for it is nearly evening. ”
So I went in to stay with them. When we were at the table, I took bread, gave thanks, broke it, and began to give it to them. When I did this, their eyes were opened, and they recognized me. While they continued to look upon me, I disappeared from their sight.
But still, I heard them ask, “Were not our hearts burning within us while he talked with us on the road and opened the Scriptures to us?”
Are not my words like fire? Are not my eyes like flames of fire? This is as it should be. In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. I am the Word. All things came to be through me, and without me nothing made has been made.
I, the Word, became flesh. I made my dwelling among you. You have seen my glory, grace, and truth. The words I speak to you are Spirit and life. All Scripture is breathed into existence by my Father.
No prophecy was ever produced by the will of man, but men spoke from God as they were carried along by my Holy Spirit. No prophecy of Scripture comes from someone’s own interpretation. Whatever was written in former days was written for your instruction, that through endurance and through the encouragement of the Scriptures you might have hope. My words discern the thoughts and intentions of your heart.
Trust me when I tell you not the smallest letter, not the least stroke of a pen, will disappear from the Law until everything is accomplished. The word of God is living and active and is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting, and training in righteousness. Through the Word, the servant of God may be thoroughly equipped for every good work. The Word of my Father will stand forever.
You accepted the words of my Father not as the word of men, but as what it really is: the word of God, which is at work in you. Every word of God proves true. Do not add to my Father’s words, lest he rebuke you and you be found a liar.
The grass withers, the flower fades, but my Father’s words will stand forever. The Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in my name, will teach you all things and will remind you of everything I have said to you.
2 Peter 1:20
1 Thessalonians 2:13
2 Peter 1:21
2 Timothy 3:16