We embark on the journey to Emmaus which is the journey to nowhere. But it is precisely at that point when we are sinking, when nowhere is better than this place, the point of going to nowhere, that the Risen Lord enters the story.

What meaning can we make of the present situation of anxiety, fright and almost near sense of hopelessness about the present and the future? In precis, the lingering question is that of evil: What meaning can we make about the suffering of the innocent? What sense can we make of the evil of the coronavirus?