They were just regular people, two individuals of the great crowds of the unknown faithful. There’s no story about Jesus finding him in a fishing boat, or coaching him on hauling in the nets, or teasing him by inviting himself to his house to dine. We don’t know that Jesus healed her, or cast demons out of her or brought her precious child back to life.
But they show up twice. At least, this name does. Spelled differently—a difference of one letter—but too similar to mean another person. His name is Cleopas, and we meet him, by name, here, in Luke’s gospel, on the road to Emmaus. And we meet his wife—a less well-known Mary—when she shows up in John’s gospel, at the foot of the cross. And, I believe, we meet her again, here...
Image: "Emmaus," oil on canvas, 2001, by Mary Donnelle Ramsay.