Once again the disciples headed for an upper room, once again they climbed stairs. Stairs like the ones they had climbed full of hope and anticipation, when they had celebrated that last Passover with Jesus. Stairs like they had climbed full of fear and confusion, when rumours of Jesus’ body no longer being in the tomb had reached them, only to then suddenly find him with them in that room behind locked doors.
When they had entered the city, they went to the room upstairs where they were staying, Peter, and John, and James, and Andrew, Philip and Thomas, Bartholomew and Matthew, James son of Alphaeus, and Simon the Zealot, and Judas son of James.
This time as they climbed the stairs what was their frame of mind. Had their hope returned? Was there still confusion? Were they wary of shadows at the top of the stairs, or maybe there was an air of excitement, a sense of wonder, a curiosity as to what was going to happen now.
Sometimes the well trodden root can leads us to the familiar but sometimes the path we thought we knew so well can lead us to a new and exciting destination.