Crossing Paths (by John Seliga)

We cross paths with many people in the course of our lifetime. Sometimes it results in a long, lingering relationship – family/old friends. Sometimes the crossing of paths are relatively brief – military comrades/work buddies. Then again it could be a flash, just a few minutes encounter in passing.
Whether it is a quick “Happy Easter” or “Merry Christmas,” or helping a stranger change a car tire, the impact could have a far reaching effect. It could make someone feel good. It could even lead to history making events.
Whatever the encounter, one could ask, “Did I help?” Or you could ask, “Did they help me?” A third position could arise, “Did WE help someone else?” The impact of whatever happens on the crossroads, whether large or small, may be unknown and may only come to light long after the event.
There is a place on the West Bank in Israel called El Qubeibeh. Two thousand years ago a couple of people were walking along a road in that area talking about events that had just taken place during the past few days in Jerusalem. As they were walking, a third person joined them. The first couple did not recognize him. He was just another traveler on the road to Emmaus. That road today is a dirt path marked by remnants of ancient Roman paving stones.
As they approached the nearby village of Emmaus, the two suggested that the third person join them because it was getting dark. The two still did not recognize that the third party was Jesus. They sat down to have something to eat. Then their eyes were opened in the breaking of the bread, and they recognized him, and he disappeared from their sight. The two hurried back to Jerusalem to tell what had happened in Emmaus.
How many times have we met Jesus on the cross roads and did not recognize who it was? But we remember the event and wonder —.
Events come and go in our crossing of paths. Memories of the encounter brings us back to something, a place, a feeling and maybe a feeling of regained hope. We are all connected on the cross roads to HOPE.

– John Seliga