“What were you discussing on the Way?”

Lord, you walked with your disciples, and as you walked, they talked among themselves. When you asked them, “What were you discussing on the way?” they fell silent. They had been arguing about who was the greatest.

How gently you reveal our hearts, Lord. You do not accuse; you do not shame. You ask. And in your question, light shines on the hidden places.

What do I speak of on the way? What fills my thoughts when I walk through life? So often, my heart is busy with my own concerns—my place, my worth, how I am seen. Even when my lips are silent, my mind speaks. Am I enough? Have I done well? Do I matter?

And yet, Lord, you—who are above all—never asked these things. You walked the same road, yet your heart was elsewhere. You did not seek status, praise, or power. You emptied yourself, kneeling before the smallest, taking the lowest place. You, the Master, made yourself the servant of all.

What if my heart were like yours? What if, instead of thinking of my own place, I asked how I could lift another? What if, instead of seeking to be known, I sought to know and love? What if I let go of my need to be first and found joy in being last, because that is where you are?

Lord, I do not want to waste the road talking of small things. I want to walk with you, in the quiet strength of one who loves without needing to be seen. And if one day you ask me, “What were you discussing on the way?”—let my answer be love.