This morning I finished the novel: The Muralist; by B.A. Shapiro. It is the story of a young Jewish artist, Alizée Benoit, whose family is caught in the clutches of the Nazis in France, where all her family dies at the hands of The Third Reich. The story is woven into the development of American Expressionistic painting of the time, and it is also woven into the shameful influence of Breckinridge Long, the State Department official in charge of U.S. visas. Long, an extreme nativist, manipulated U.S. State Department rules to stop Jewish refugees from Europe from getting visas to the U.S. The deaths of some 190,000 European Jews is attributed to Long's hateful blocking of visas for refugees. In light of Trump's blocking refugees entrance into the U.S., the book is a timely reminder that certain ancient evils circle back upon humanity again-and-again.
This painting shows a depiction of the Disciples walking with Jeus on the Road to Emmaus. I find it interesting the symbols in the painting...subtle reminders of The Cross, the hand resting on the invisible shoulder of Jesus, and more. They stand to remind us that God is with us, even when we do not recognize His Presence. We'll talk about that next Sunday at worship.