Easter Evening

This winter I had the opportunity to observe a Caravaggio painting upclose and often: his Supper at Emmaus (1601) was on loan to the Art Institute of Chicago from its permanent home in London’s National Gallery. From the Century offices, it was only a few steps across Michigan Avenue to see this vibrant, dramatic painting.

The first disciples experienced Jesus’ resurrection not as some single triumphant fait accompli, but by fits and starts.

Appearing to two nobodies going nowhere is an interesting choice.

Bread and fish are not much of an Easter dinner.

On the walk to Emmaus, Jesus is first recognized as an alien.

The risen Jesus' first witnesses didn’t just give their testimony in words. Many of them eventually offered evidence written in their own blood.

Again and again in scripture, pounding hearts become burning hearts.