Luke 24: 13 – 16, 28 – 31, 35
And behold, two of them were going that very day to a
village named Emmaus, which was about seven miles from Jerusalem . . . While
they were talking and discussing, Jesus himself approached and began traveling with
them. But their eyes were prevented from recognizing him . . . And they
approached the village where they were going, and he acted as though he were
going farther. But they urged him, saying, “Stay with us, for it is getting
toward evening, and the day is now nearly over.” So he went in to stay with
them. When he had reclined at the table with them, he took the bread and blessed it, and breaking it,
he began giving it to them. Then
their eyes were opened and they recognized him; and he vanished from their
sight . . . He was recognized by them in the breaking of the bread.
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The road to Emmaus is a seven mile
journey from Jerusalem; seven miles along a stony broken highway; seven miles
from joy to despair. The two companions traveling that road in today’s Gospel
were close friends of Jesus. The crucifixion had left them devastated and
broken. How could God have allowed this terrible thing to happen to Jesus?
In the depths of their despair they
encounter a mysterious stranger who opens their eyes to reveal the presence of
Christ. Their depression vanishes along with the mysterious stranger. They turn
themselves around and head back to Jerusalem to proclaim the Gospel. It is they
who are resurrected.
Some of us have traveled that road to
Emmaus. Like many of you, I have struggled with the problem of evil in the
world: Why does God, whom I love and believe loves each of us, permit terrible
things to go on: wars, violence of every kind, homelessness, mental illness,
incurable disease, natural disaster?
But like those two companions in today’s
Gospel, I have been blessed. Over and over again my eyes have been opened and I
have recognized God in the breaking of the bread of everyday life. I have felt
his presence in the chaos and the darkness. And through grace, I have been able
to turn myself around and to head back to Jerusalem with my faith sustained.
Many years ago I had a powerful Emmaus
experience. I had always been a person of faith and hope but some bad things
happened. My friend Vic lost his wife and two of their three children when an
electrical fire started while they were asleep. Around the same time the young
child Etan Patz disappeared on his way to school in New York City and was never
seen again. These two events affected me very deeply. I began to ask, where was
God?
Shortly after this I began commuting to
work in New York City. As I saw the many homeless people suffering and sleeping
in the streets and subways, my questioning and doubts increased. Then one day
something special happened.
It was a beautiful October morning as I
drove down Central Park West. I had been driving in early on Saturday mornings
with coffee and sandwiches looking for people who were homeless. I spotted a
disheveled young man huddled in a red sweatshirt, sitting on a park bench,
rocking back and forth and staring into space. After saying good morning, I
offered him some hot coffee, but he didn’t respond.
Sitting down on the bench, I poured us
both some coffee and placed his cup and a few cookies down next to him. He
continued to stare into space. Sipping my coffee I carried on a one-way
conversation for a while. He began to chatter in nonsense sounds to each
squirrel that ran by.
After a while his fingers inched over to
the coffee and he gulped it down as he continued chattering with the squirrels.
I finished my second cup of coffee and said good-bye, but he still did not
acknowledge my presence. Walking to the curb where my car was parked, I kept
thinking how this young man was so badly damaged in mind and body that he
probably would not survive the winter.
Lost in my own sadness, I pulled away
from the curb. As I drove down the street I glanced in my rear view mirror. My
friend had left his bench and was standing in the street waving good-bye to me.
My eyes welled up with tears; I realized
that what I was seeing in my rear view mirror was Christ. Not that this man was
Jesus in disguise, but rather that the Christ within him, in the midst of all
his brokenness, was reaching out and connecting to the Christ within me. At
that instant my eyes were opened and everything made sense.
God places a little piece of himself
inside of each of us when we are born. That little piece of God is our immortal
soul; it is the Christ within us. Life is the journey of our soul back home to
its loving Creator. While our time on earth is limited and the journey can be
pretty rough, getting home is all that really matters.
No matter how good we are, how loving, no
matter how hard we try, we cannot escape the pain and contradictions of human
existence. The symbol of our faith is itself a contradiction: the cross, two
opposing beams of wood made from the tree of life ─ used to torture and destroy
life. Yet in the center of the contradiction, we find God in human form.
But the message of the cross is hope. It
tells us that we are not alone, that God is with us in the chaos and the
darkness; he is present in the pain, loss and disillusionment; he is there at
the center of the contradiction, the center of the cross. And someday, once we
are free of the constraints of human existence and the limitations of human understanding, it will all make sense;
there will be a happy ending, or more truly, a happy beginning ─ for all
eternity.
It is that mysterious stranger, who
dwells in the depths of our being — the Christ within each and every one of us
— who resurrects US, like he did for those companions on the road to Emmaus,
and makes it possible for us to keep turning ourselves around and heading back
to Jerusalem.
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Readers
of this blog might enjoy these books by Deacon Lex. Both are available on
Amazon.com:
Just
to Follow My Friend: Experiencing God’s Presence in Everyday Life
Synchronicity
as the Work of the Holy Spirit: Jungian Insights for Spiritual Direction and
Pastoral Ministry