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Excerpt: I saw the Emmaus road painting and imagined Jesus walking out of the painting into my room. Then I realized. He did. But like Cleopas, I miss Him. I quarantine Him to a frame called history.
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Excerpt: I saw the Emmaus road painting and imagined Jesus walking out of the painting into my room. Then I realized. He did. But like Cleopas, I miss Him. I quarantine Him to a frame called history.
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