Luke’s walk to Emmaus is a favorite of mine.
It simultaneously feels believable, magical, realistic, eerie, down-to-earth, and spirit-filled. As Snapple ads promote, the twenty-two verses contain some of the “best stuff.”
The 3rd Sunday after Easter – for May 8, 2011
“Were not our hearts burning within us while he was talking to us on the road…” (Luke 24:32)
The story feels gritty, possessing a you-are-there realism. Two guys, Cleopas and an unnamed fellow, tramp toward a village seven miles from Jerusalem. It’s been an awful and awesome weekend. Jesus was killed. Jesus’ resurrection was reported. Did the two need to “get out of Dodge” because of turmoil over the events? Or were they clearing their heads and their zip code to discern feelings? Thus, they scurried for Emmaus, a well-known and safe spot on the map. Then again, perhaps they’re Emmaus-bound because it’s an unfamiliar village, and its newness will help them build a future. Regardless of why they departed Jerusalem or chose Emmaus, I easily picture them.
Cleopas and Unnamed Fellow are so dull-witted. I relate to their stunning ignorance about who joined their Emmaus sojourn. They walk and talk . . . and don’t recognize Jesus. They share “today’s” news and engage in scriptural discussion . . . and don’t recognize Jesus. How often do I search for my cell phone or the book I’m currently reading and not find it? Too often! And how often will my wife calmly point to the table where the “lost” object brazenly rests? It can be worse with friends and family, as I overlook another’s expressed fears or hopes. Cleopas, Unknown Fellow, and I should register for a “Be Here Now” workshop. Continue reading →