Lectionary Readings for Sunday, April 27, 2008
Sixth Sunday of Easter
Acts 17:22-31
Psalm 66:8-20
1 Peter 3:13-22
John 14:15-21
Let us speak of agency in a time of loss.
The words need not be many. But their tone must be one of unmistakable eloquence. When the times for consolation arise, what we say must lovingly convey what has been, what is, and what will be with an unforgettable economy of expression. Life will not be trifled with. Neither loss, nor hope, is to be denied. We must shy away from speeches or sermons which have a point to make. We refer to Lincoln's words at Gettysburg an address, not a speech. The words Jesus speaks to the disciples in today's Lectionary are also referred to as an address. Once spoken, they frame just who Jesus has been, who the disciples are to be, and how the Spirit's arrival will bless the lives of all that follows.
The presence of both connection and coherence reminds me of a story within the life of my family. It too is a story of both loss and consolation. Nearly a century ago, in northern Wisconsin, on the shore of Lake Superior, an eight year-old child succumbed to scarlet fever. Neither prayer nor medicine could take the fever away. Finally, with my grandfather at his side, he slipped away. Slowly, carefully, my grandfather walked down the stairs, looked at my grandmother, and said, “Helen, we've had him.”
The time for consolation had arrived, just as it would soon arrive for the disciples. The Jesus they knew would soon depart and they would never see him again in the same way. He might appear, for a while here and a while there, but remarkable as the appearances would not be, life would not be the same. Knowing this, and knowing that loss without consolation can sometimes remove us from life, Jesus anticipates their sorrow and bids farewell by sharing the truth of his life.
It was a truth that could only be grasped in the plural.
If they have known God, they have known Jesus. If they have known Jesus they have known God. If they have known each other, they have known what it is to walk with God. If they have known what it is to be present for a moment, they will soon know the profound blessing of an abiding presence that doesn't go away.
Yes, they would know sadness, there will not be loneliness. The disciples would not be abandoned despite Jesus' absence. Neither would they be orphaned because what is being given to them cannot be taken away. The gifts of community turn out to have remarkable staying power. Neither will chaos prevail. To keep it at bay here are commandments to be kept, and they are the commandments of love. Jesus will leave but the Advocate, or Comforter, will arrive. It is God's work; it is Christ's promise; it is the Spirit's presence. Where one begins and another ends is a matter of mystery. The story is one of astonishing mutuality. It is, after all, a love story. In the last verse the word love is used not once or twice but four times.
Like all love stories, it asks us to do something and to receive something. That “something” is life itself. “Because I live, you will also live,” says Jesus. This living will not always be easy. There will be losses, as the poet William Stafford writes, that are too terrible to understand. God knows this; Jesus knows this too, and asks us to rely upon the Advocate. There is a reason six verses of Gospel consolation are paired with 12 verses from Psalm 66 that speak of deliverance from adverse circumstance.
Let us then let the text do its talking:
John 14:15-21
If you love me, you will keep my commandments. And I will ask the Father, and he will give you another Advocate, to be with you for ever. This is the Spirit of truth, whom the world cannot receive, because it neither sees him nor knows him. You know him, because he abides with you, and he will be in you.
I will not leave you orphaned; I am coming to you. In a little while the world will no longer see me, but you will see me; because I live, you also will live. On that day you will know that I am in my Father, and you in me, and I in you. They who have my commandments and keep them are those who love me; and those who love me will be loved by my Father, and I will love them and reveal myself to them.
And then let's let the Psalmist nail it down. It is God who keeps us among the living. And it is the very same God who brings into difficult places.
Bless our God, O peoples, let the
sound of God's praise be heard,
who has kept us among the
living, and has not let our feet slip.
For you, O God, have tested us;
you have tried us as silver is tried.
You brought us into the net;
you laid burdens on our backs;
you let people ride over our heads;
we went through fire
and through water;
yet you have brought us out
to a spacious place.
Blessed be God, because God
has not rejected my prayer
or removed God's steadfast
love from me.
Once again life carries us through.
“Helen, we've had him,” my grandfather said. They did what people do when the time for consolation arrives. They turned to their church, to their faith, and to life. They planted a maple at Jack's grave, and gave a baptismal font to the Episcopal Church in his name. A century later, both are still there.
It is a story of love.
So were the words of Jesus' farewell address that continue to bring us together and give us a world of meaning.
Thanks be to God.
Thanks be to the living God.
Larry
I welcome your response to these columns. I may be reached at:
larry@leadingcausesoflife.org
Or
larrypray@gmail.com
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Lectionary Readings for Sunday, April 13, 2008
Lectionary Readings for Sunday, April 13, 2008
Fourth Sunday of Easter
Acts 2:42-47
Psalm 23
1 Peter 2:19-25
John 10:1-10
Life has a language.
And scripture has a word for us that emerges when we give it a chance.
This week, perhaps at a coffee shop, perhaps at a Bible study, or perhaps even in an extended moment in the passing of the peace, ask a simple question: “Is there a verse of scripture that carries special meaning for you?”
Life may seem chaotic at times, but throughout it all there is a verse or two that connect us with God, that revive hope, that help organize our actions, that center and bless our lives. Asking about the centering verse or verses is a prelude to a conversation about life. And more often than not, the chances are that many will say, “I go to the 23rd Psalm.”
This morning, as we begin devotions at a Day Care center for adults, I can't help but ask the question. It takes about two minutes to hear their answers. Sure enough, over half said, “The 23rd Psalm.”
“Why that one?” I asked.
“It puts me in touch with God the quickest,” one said. We noted that its honesty is reassuring. Our souls do indeed need restoring. We know that left to our own devices we might not lie down beside still waters, we are grateful that God makes us lie down. We know we need to be led in the paths of righteousness. And, most of all, we know you cannot go through life without traveling through some very dark valleys. The psalm does not say we should not be in such a place. Instead it affirms that when troubles arise, as they invariably do, we have no need to be afraid. It is a lively discussion, full of stories waiting to be told.
“Our text today, is the 23rd Psalm,” I said. They were pleased. We knew the morning would be full of stories that brought the psalm to life. We sensed the psalm would make sense of our lives, and our lives would make sense of the psalm.
I couldn't help but begin by telling them about Clara, one of my first parishioners. A frail woman in her mid 90s, she shared with me that she recited the 23rd Psalm when she woke up each morning, before each meal, and again at night before she fell asleep. She knew she didn't have long to live. Her son was far away; her husband had long since passed away. She alone lived in a large house graced by a stained glass window. She could no longer climb the stairs. Despair could have taken a foothold, but it did not. Over and over again, sometimes silently and sometimes out loud, she recited the 23rd Psalm to summon courage and revive her faith. It was she who first taught me that the hymns known as psalms are not texts for a day but texts for a lifetime. The psalm centered her life.
I think of friends in Lesotho who were kidnapped from their car after they pulled into their driveway, driven to a field, tied to trees and left for the night. They overheard their kidnappers saying, “What shall we do with them?” Deeply worried, they called on the 23rd Psalm while working to loosen the ropes, reciting it over and over. Finally they broke free and walked to a village, where they found help. When news of their kidnapping and escape circulated, hundreds of parishioners came to their home bearing gifts and prayers. They set the table, and then they celebrated life.
Reciting the verses of the 23rd Psalm in their time of danger brought my friends a measure of 'calm' which could not have been gained through other means.
Even though I walk through the
darkest valley, I fear no evil;
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff—
they comfort me.
The next stanza eloquently and precisely conveys what happened when my friends returned home.
You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies;
you anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.
For some the 23rd Psalm defines the work of God.
Not long ago Yadesa Daba, a colleague who previously led the Evangelical Lutheran Church in Ethiopia, gave morning devotions in the nursing home whose ministries we share. He spoke with residents who, despite their frail conditions, made sure they found a way to attend chapel.
Yadesa's text was the 23rd Psalm.
“When I was a child I herded the sheep. One day some baboons came and killed two of my lambs. And then they started to come after me. I was just a child. I ran home. When I told my mother and father what happened I cried because I had not protected my sheep.
“To be a shepherd you must protect your sheep, and you must provide for them. You must move them to better pastures when the grass is thin, and when it is dry you must move them towards water. That is what God does for us. God protects us and God provides for us. On our own we cannot always protect, and we cannot always provide – for ourselves or for those we are meant to watch over. But God does both. For me, that is what the 23rd Psalm is about.”
If we are to exegete the 23rd Psalm we need only to give a careful hearing to our own life stories.
The chances are that when you ask a parishioner about his or her touchstone verses, they will be grateful for the question. Not many people ask. Fewer still take the time to listen. But when we ask about meaningful verses and the coherence they provide, a holy conversation ensues. There are so many ways in which churches provide a wonderful place to frame and share our life stories.
And so . . . we read the psalm, thankful for new translations but perhaps still hearing the rhythms of “Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,” and grateful for a friend that continues to bless our lives.
Psalm 23
God is my shepherd, I shall not want.
God makes me lie down in green pastures;
and leads me beside still waters;
God restores my soul.
And leads me in right paths
for the sake of God's name.
Even though I walk through
the darkest valley,
I fear no evil;
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff—
they comfort me.
You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies;
you anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.
Surely goodness and mercy
shall follow me
all the days of my life,
and I shall dwell in the house of God
my whole life long.
This Sabbath, listen as life and text speak the same language. And how does it speak?
It reminds us that we are not alone.
Its search for coherence restores our souls.
It asks us to act—to lie down, to accept guidance as we walk a new path.
It asks us to summon the hope that sets aside fears.
And it ends in a blessing we share whenever we gather together and share our lives.
Thanks be to God for the word that centers our lives, and the stories it inspires.
Larry
I welcome your response to these columns. I may be reached at:
larry@leadingcausesoflife.org
Or
larrypray@gmail.com
Fourth Sunday of Easter
Acts 2:42-47
Psalm 23
1 Peter 2:19-25
John 10:1-10
Life has a language.
And scripture has a word for us that emerges when we give it a chance.
This week, perhaps at a coffee shop, perhaps at a Bible study, or perhaps even in an extended moment in the passing of the peace, ask a simple question: “Is there a verse of scripture that carries special meaning for you?”
Life may seem chaotic at times, but throughout it all there is a verse or two that connect us with God, that revive hope, that help organize our actions, that center and bless our lives. Asking about the centering verse or verses is a prelude to a conversation about life. And more often than not, the chances are that many will say, “I go to the 23rd Psalm.”
This morning, as we begin devotions at a Day Care center for adults, I can't help but ask the question. It takes about two minutes to hear their answers. Sure enough, over half said, “The 23rd Psalm.”
“Why that one?” I asked.
“It puts me in touch with God the quickest,” one said. We noted that its honesty is reassuring. Our souls do indeed need restoring. We know that left to our own devices we might not lie down beside still waters, we are grateful that God makes us lie down. We know we need to be led in the paths of righteousness. And, most of all, we know you cannot go through life without traveling through some very dark valleys. The psalm does not say we should not be in such a place. Instead it affirms that when troubles arise, as they invariably do, we have no need to be afraid. It is a lively discussion, full of stories waiting to be told.
“Our text today, is the 23rd Psalm,” I said. They were pleased. We knew the morning would be full of stories that brought the psalm to life. We sensed the psalm would make sense of our lives, and our lives would make sense of the psalm.
I couldn't help but begin by telling them about Clara, one of my first parishioners. A frail woman in her mid 90s, she shared with me that she recited the 23rd Psalm when she woke up each morning, before each meal, and again at night before she fell asleep. She knew she didn't have long to live. Her son was far away; her husband had long since passed away. She alone lived in a large house graced by a stained glass window. She could no longer climb the stairs. Despair could have taken a foothold, but it did not. Over and over again, sometimes silently and sometimes out loud, she recited the 23rd Psalm to summon courage and revive her faith. It was she who first taught me that the hymns known as psalms are not texts for a day but texts for a lifetime. The psalm centered her life.
I think of friends in Lesotho who were kidnapped from their car after they pulled into their driveway, driven to a field, tied to trees and left for the night. They overheard their kidnappers saying, “What shall we do with them?” Deeply worried, they called on the 23rd Psalm while working to loosen the ropes, reciting it over and over. Finally they broke free and walked to a village, where they found help. When news of their kidnapping and escape circulated, hundreds of parishioners came to their home bearing gifts and prayers. They set the table, and then they celebrated life.
Reciting the verses of the 23rd Psalm in their time of danger brought my friends a measure of 'calm' which could not have been gained through other means.
Even though I walk through the
darkest valley, I fear no evil;
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff—
they comfort me.
The next stanza eloquently and precisely conveys what happened when my friends returned home.
You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies;
you anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.
For some the 23rd Psalm defines the work of God.
Not long ago Yadesa Daba, a colleague who previously led the Evangelical Lutheran Church in Ethiopia, gave morning devotions in the nursing home whose ministries we share. He spoke with residents who, despite their frail conditions, made sure they found a way to attend chapel.
Yadesa's text was the 23rd Psalm.
“When I was a child I herded the sheep. One day some baboons came and killed two of my lambs. And then they started to come after me. I was just a child. I ran home. When I told my mother and father what happened I cried because I had not protected my sheep.
“To be a shepherd you must protect your sheep, and you must provide for them. You must move them to better pastures when the grass is thin, and when it is dry you must move them towards water. That is what God does for us. God protects us and God provides for us. On our own we cannot always protect, and we cannot always provide – for ourselves or for those we are meant to watch over. But God does both. For me, that is what the 23rd Psalm is about.”
If we are to exegete the 23rd Psalm we need only to give a careful hearing to our own life stories.
The chances are that when you ask a parishioner about his or her touchstone verses, they will be grateful for the question. Not many people ask. Fewer still take the time to listen. But when we ask about meaningful verses and the coherence they provide, a holy conversation ensues. There are so many ways in which churches provide a wonderful place to frame and share our life stories.
And so . . . we read the psalm, thankful for new translations but perhaps still hearing the rhythms of “Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,” and grateful for a friend that continues to bless our lives.
God is my shepherd, I shall not want.
God makes me lie down in green pastures;
and leads me beside still waters;
God restores my soul.
And leads me in right paths
for the sake of God's name.
Even though I walk through
the darkest valley,
I fear no evil;
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff—
they comfort me.
You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies;
you anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.
Surely goodness and mercy
shall follow me
all the days of my life,
and I shall dwell in the house of God
my whole life long.
This Sabbath, listen as life and text speak the same language. And how does it speak?
It reminds us that we are not alone.
Its search for coherence restores our souls.
It asks us to act—to lie down, to accept guidance as we walk a new path.
It asks us to summon the hope that sets aside fears.
And it ends in a blessing we share whenever we gather together and share our lives.
Thanks be to God for the word that centers our lives, and the stories it inspires.
Larry
I welcome your response to these columns. I may be reached at:
larry@leadingcausesoflife.org
Or
larrypray@gmail.com
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Lectionary Readings for Sunday, April 6, 2008
Lectionary Readings for Sunday, April 6, 2008
Third Sunday of Easter
Acts 2:14a, 36-41
Psalm 116:1-4,12-19
1 Peter 1:17-23
Luke 24:13-35
Life has a language.
And Scripture has a word for us.
The road leads from Jerusalem to Emmaus.
With the care of a historian who pays attention to detail, Luke tells us it is about a seven mile journey. But he does not tell us in which direction we are to walk. Whereas the exact location of Jerusalem has always mattered, the exact location of Emmaus is a mystery. There are many villages seven or so miles from Jerusalem, none of which are known as Emmaus. Its boundaries are uncertain. But its purpose is ever so clear. It is a place of recovery. The tumultuous events in Jerusalem had both dashed hopes and sowed the seeds of fear. What happened to Jesus might well happen to his followers, and so Cleopas and his friend headed for a place to regroup.
There are few Bible stories as user-friendly as Jesus' appearance on the way to Emmaus. Each step of the journey is familiar territory. Their path is one we have travelled many times. Whatever direction we take the destination is public worship and private discernment. It turns out that the Emmaus landscape is nothing less than the landscape of life itself.
What do we do when we encounter a traumatic event? We find a friend. And what do we do with the friend? We try to figure out what happened, and what our next steps should be. Life's events always prompt us to connect – to share, to talk, to find someone with whom we can make sense of those events.
It would be wonderful to write that every such connection restores hope, but such a thought would be far from the truth. It turns out that commiseration isn't the same thing as connection. Tell the same grim story, to the same friend, too many times and our eyes are closed. Despair has a way of doing that. And what happens when two of us cannot solve the problem? We bring a third person into the conversation. This person's viewpoints and teachings can't help but lend much-needed insight.
Sometimes hope's entrance is graceful, but more often than not it brings us up against our judgments. Cleopas and his friend are put off that the hidden Jesus does not know what happened in Jerusalem. And Jesus is a bit put off that Cleopas and his friend have not paid attention to scripture that could explain everything if seen in the right light. “Where have you been?” they both seem to say.
And so the conversation we will remember two thousand years later begins. The chaotic string of events that led to the crucifixion actually wasn't chaotic at all. It was meaningful, purposeful, useful. Besides which, the apparent ending wasn't an end at all. Life would indeed trump death. Suddenly the pieces of a chaotic puzzle fit into place, and their hearts are warmed as scripture suddenly makes sense. We know this, because we too have heard sermons that truly bring the text to life and put our doubts to rest.
In the Leading Causes of Life we have written about 'agency' as one of Life's causes. Agency is related to the simple observation that “things happen.” It is tempting to think that we are the authors of agency, that what we do is 'the most important thing'. But actually, sometimes it is the simple passage of time that moves us along. As they walked and talked the sun began to set, as it always did. They began to get hungry, as they always had at the end of day. It was time to find shelter, as human beings are wont to do. Cleopas and his friend had reservations, but the stranger did not. Night's advent forced a choice. Should Cleopas and his friend invite the stranger to spend the night with them? Should the stranger invite himself? Should he remain silent and wait for an invitation? What are the rules and the norms wrapped in the blessings of hospitality? The stranger would have been perfectly content to go his own way. But it would have meant breaking the connection that had been established along the way. Break a connection and you break the fabric of life itself.
“Stay with us,” they urge. Once inside, both connection and coherence make the voice of life plain and clear. The God who gives all we need is thanked, bread is blessed, bread is shared, and eyes are opened. Suddenly the stranger's identity is unmistakably clear. The stranger is not “anybody,” and the stranger is not “somebody.” The stranger has a name, the ultimate sign of coherence.
On the way to Emmaus we hear life speaking in many ways. It connects; it seeks order; it renews hope; it responds to a changing world; and it ends with a blessing. The pattern of events makes liturgical sense to us because we do it whenever we gather for worship. There too we connect with the God of life and with each other, we seek order through the telling of stories, we renew hope, we practice hospitality and we receive blessings.
The road to Emmaus is one we know well, and one we travel together whenever we worship. Let us turn to the story . . . listen carefully knowing that it describes each one of our lives. Where is Emmaus? It is wherever we go to make sense of life.
Now on that same day two of them were going to a village called Emmaus, about seven miles from Jerusalem, and talking with each other about all these things that had happened. While they were talking and discussing, Jesus himself came near and went with them, but their eyes were kept from recognizing him. And he said to them, "What are you discussing with each other while you walk along?" They stood still, looking sad. Then one of them, whose name was Cleopas, answered him, "Are you the only stranger in Jerusalem who does not know the things that have taken place there in these days?" He asked them, "What things?" They replied, "The things about Jesus of Nazareth, who was a prophet mighty in deed and word before God and all the people, and how our chief priests and leaders handed him over to be condemned to death and crucified him. But we had hoped that he was the one to redeem Israel. Yes, and besides all this, it is now the third day since these things took place. Moreover, some women of our group astounded us. They were at the tomb early this morning, and when they did not find his body there, they came back and told us that they had indeed seen a vision of angels who said that he was alive. Some of those who were with us went to the tomb and found it just as the women had said; but they did not see him." Then he said to them, "Oh, how foolish you are, and how slow of heart to believe all that the prophets have declared! Was it not necessary that the Messiah should suffer these things and then enter into his glory?" Then beginning with Moses and all the prophets, he interpreted to them the things about himself in all the scriptures.
As they came near the village to which they were going, he walked ahead as if he were going on. But they urged him strongly, saying, "Stay with us, because it is almost evening and the day is now nearly over." So he went in to stay with them. When he was at the table with them, he took bread, blessed and broke it, and gave it to them. Then their eyes were opened, and they recognized him; and he vanished from their sight. They said to each other, "Were not our hearts burning within us while he was talking to us on the road, while he was opening the scriptures to us?" That same hour they got up and returned to Jerusalem; and they found the eleven and their companions gathered together. They were saying, "The Lord has risen indeed, and he has appeared to Simon!" Then they told what had happened on the road, and how he had been made known to them in the breaking of the bread.
For the most part we are somewhat content to let the story end with the revelation of the stranger's identity. We tend to overlook the fact that Cleopas and his friend, who once sought refuge from the trials and tribulations of life in Jerusalem, decided to return to the city from which they fled. They are no longer afraid. They have a story to tell. Offer hospitality and you never know who you might meet. And, just as beautifully, the breaking of bread is not confined to a singular historic memory . . . it happens over and over again as one day leads to the next.
Are we perplexed?
Find someone with whom we can walk and talk.
Is the two-way conversation restoring hope?
If not, invite a third party.
Order is waiting to be found.
Life is trying to speak and has been doing so in the written word since the beginning of time.
Thank God for Emmaus . . . whose exact geography is no more, and no less, than the landscape of our lives as congregations, as individuals, and as disciples of the living Christ.
Larry
I welcome your response to these columns. I may be reached at:
larry@leadingcausesoflife.org
Or
larrypray@gmail.com
Third Sunday of Easter
Acts 2:14a, 36-41
Psalm 116:1-4,12-19
1 Peter 1:17-23
Luke 24:13-35
Life has a language.
And Scripture has a word for us.
The road leads from Jerusalem to Emmaus.
With the care of a historian who pays attention to detail, Luke tells us it is about a seven mile journey. But he does not tell us in which direction we are to walk. Whereas the exact location of Jerusalem has always mattered, the exact location of Emmaus is a mystery. There are many villages seven or so miles from Jerusalem, none of which are known as Emmaus. Its boundaries are uncertain. But its purpose is ever so clear. It is a place of recovery. The tumultuous events in Jerusalem had both dashed hopes and sowed the seeds of fear. What happened to Jesus might well happen to his followers, and so Cleopas and his friend headed for a place to regroup.
There are few Bible stories as user-friendly as Jesus' appearance on the way to Emmaus. Each step of the journey is familiar territory. Their path is one we have travelled many times. Whatever direction we take the destination is public worship and private discernment. It turns out that the Emmaus landscape is nothing less than the landscape of life itself.
What do we do when we encounter a traumatic event? We find a friend. And what do we do with the friend? We try to figure out what happened, and what our next steps should be. Life's events always prompt us to connect – to share, to talk, to find someone with whom we can make sense of those events.
It would be wonderful to write that every such connection restores hope, but such a thought would be far from the truth. It turns out that commiseration isn't the same thing as connection. Tell the same grim story, to the same friend, too many times and our eyes are closed. Despair has a way of doing that. And what happens when two of us cannot solve the problem? We bring a third person into the conversation. This person's viewpoints and teachings can't help but lend much-needed insight.
Sometimes hope's entrance is graceful, but more often than not it brings us up against our judgments. Cleopas and his friend are put off that the hidden Jesus does not know what happened in Jerusalem. And Jesus is a bit put off that Cleopas and his friend have not paid attention to scripture that could explain everything if seen in the right light. “Where have you been?” they both seem to say.
And so the conversation we will remember two thousand years later begins. The chaotic string of events that led to the crucifixion actually wasn't chaotic at all. It was meaningful, purposeful, useful. Besides which, the apparent ending wasn't an end at all. Life would indeed trump death. Suddenly the pieces of a chaotic puzzle fit into place, and their hearts are warmed as scripture suddenly makes sense. We know this, because we too have heard sermons that truly bring the text to life and put our doubts to rest.
In the Leading Causes of Life we have written about 'agency' as one of Life's causes. Agency is related to the simple observation that “things happen.” It is tempting to think that we are the authors of agency, that what we do is 'the most important thing'. But actually, sometimes it is the simple passage of time that moves us along. As they walked and talked the sun began to set, as it always did. They began to get hungry, as they always had at the end of day. It was time to find shelter, as human beings are wont to do. Cleopas and his friend had reservations, but the stranger did not. Night's advent forced a choice. Should Cleopas and his friend invite the stranger to spend the night with them? Should the stranger invite himself? Should he remain silent and wait for an invitation? What are the rules and the norms wrapped in the blessings of hospitality? The stranger would have been perfectly content to go his own way. But it would have meant breaking the connection that had been established along the way. Break a connection and you break the fabric of life itself.
“Stay with us,” they urge. Once inside, both connection and coherence make the voice of life plain and clear. The God who gives all we need is thanked, bread is blessed, bread is shared, and eyes are opened. Suddenly the stranger's identity is unmistakably clear. The stranger is not “anybody,” and the stranger is not “somebody.” The stranger has a name, the ultimate sign of coherence.
On the way to Emmaus we hear life speaking in many ways. It connects; it seeks order; it renews hope; it responds to a changing world; and it ends with a blessing. The pattern of events makes liturgical sense to us because we do it whenever we gather for worship. There too we connect with the God of life and with each other, we seek order through the telling of stories, we renew hope, we practice hospitality and we receive blessings.
The road to Emmaus is one we know well, and one we travel together whenever we worship. Let us turn to the story . . . listen carefully knowing that it describes each one of our lives. Where is Emmaus? It is wherever we go to make sense of life.
Now on that same day two of them were going to a village called Emmaus, about seven miles from Jerusalem, and talking with each other about all these things that had happened. While they were talking and discussing, Jesus himself came near and went with them, but their eyes were kept from recognizing him. And he said to them, "What are you discussing with each other while you walk along?" They stood still, looking sad. Then one of them, whose name was Cleopas, answered him, "Are you the only stranger in Jerusalem who does not know the things that have taken place there in these days?" He asked them, "What things?" They replied, "The things about Jesus of Nazareth, who was a prophet mighty in deed and word before God and all the people, and how our chief priests and leaders handed him over to be condemned to death and crucified him. But we had hoped that he was the one to redeem Israel. Yes, and besides all this, it is now the third day since these things took place. Moreover, some women of our group astounded us. They were at the tomb early this morning, and when they did not find his body there, they came back and told us that they had indeed seen a vision of angels who said that he was alive. Some of those who were with us went to the tomb and found it just as the women had said; but they did not see him." Then he said to them, "Oh, how foolish you are, and how slow of heart to believe all that the prophets have declared! Was it not necessary that the Messiah should suffer these things and then enter into his glory?" Then beginning with Moses and all the prophets, he interpreted to them the things about himself in all the scriptures.
As they came near the village to which they were going, he walked ahead as if he were going on. But they urged him strongly, saying, "Stay with us, because it is almost evening and the day is now nearly over." So he went in to stay with them. When he was at the table with them, he took bread, blessed and broke it, and gave it to them. Then their eyes were opened, and they recognized him; and he vanished from their sight. They said to each other, "Were not our hearts burning within us while he was talking to us on the road, while he was opening the scriptures to us?" That same hour they got up and returned to Jerusalem; and they found the eleven and their companions gathered together. They were saying, "The Lord has risen indeed, and he has appeared to Simon!" Then they told what had happened on the road, and how he had been made known to them in the breaking of the bread.
For the most part we are somewhat content to let the story end with the revelation of the stranger's identity. We tend to overlook the fact that Cleopas and his friend, who once sought refuge from the trials and tribulations of life in Jerusalem, decided to return to the city from which they fled. They are no longer afraid. They have a story to tell. Offer hospitality and you never know who you might meet. And, just as beautifully, the breaking of bread is not confined to a singular historic memory . . . it happens over and over again as one day leads to the next.
Are we perplexed?
Find someone with whom we can walk and talk.
Is the two-way conversation restoring hope?
If not, invite a third party.
Order is waiting to be found.
Life is trying to speak and has been doing so in the written word since the beginning of time.
Thank God for Emmaus . . . whose exact geography is no more, and no less, than the landscape of our lives as congregations, as individuals, and as disciples of the living Christ.
Larry
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