Road to Emmaus - King of Athens

I gave blood today. I was driving to the building where I had to get my OU ID card and I detoured into the parking lot of a Catholic church when I saw the blood drive sign. I was hoping that it wouldn't take too long, and it didn't, and I felt good about my noble spirit. (Ha) As I was laying there filling the pint bag, I was looking at a picture. It wasn't very large and it was across the room. It was three men walking down a road covered by green leafy trees. Two men seemed to have stopped in their tracks and were looking at the third man. I recognized what it was intended to be, partly because I was in a church. It was a painting of the very beginning of "The Road to Emmaus", and I was remembering a blog that Rachel wrote about a painting of the very end of that story. I was alone, but for the kind Red Cross people and the others laying in their own chaises. Why was I facing that direction? Why did I go the long way around and drive by there? Was this picture placed for me to see for the sheer joy it brought me? Or was that just a benefit? I would have been content just for the peaceful time of thinking about nothing, but the road to Emmaus burned in my heart at that moment. As I was chatting with the older couple who were helping with the after care, I mentioned, through a mouthful of carrots or delicious sloppy joe, that I really enjoyed being able to look at the road to Emmaus while I was giving. I repeated it twice, but they just looked at me, without understanding. I didn't explain, as the woman had given me that look my maternal grandmother used to give me when she was pretending she had heard the funny thing I said, and I didn't want to embarass her. The red cross nurse said, "I caught that". The name of the church was Christ the King Catholic church. The red cross abbreviates that as "Christ King in Athens".