Our Story is Not Over. Sermon on Luke 24:13-35

This is pretty long for a blog post, but it is my manuscript of my sermon for May 11th, 2014. Enjoy!

Our Story is Not Over

Luke 24:13-35

New International Version (NIV)

On the Road to Emmaus

13 Now that same day two of them were going to a village called Emmaus, about seven miles from Jerusalem. 14 They were talking with each other about everything that had happened. 15 As they talked and discussed these things with each other, Jesus himself came up and walked along with them; 16 but they were kept from recognizing him.

17 He asked them, “What are you discussing together as you walk along?”

They stood still, their faces downcast. 18 One of them, named Cleopas, asked him, “Are you the only one visiting Jerusalem who does not know the things that have happened there in these days?”

19 “What things?” he asked.

“About Jesus of Nazareth,” they replied. “He was a prophet, powerful in word and deed before God and all the people. 20 The chief priests and our rulers handed him over to be sentenced to death, and they crucified him; 21 but we had hoped that he was the one who was going to redeem Israel. And what is more, it is the third day since all this took place. 22 In addition, some of our women amazed us. They went to the tomb early this morning 23 but didn’t find his body. They came and told us that they had seen a vision of angels, who said he was alive. 24 Then some of our companions went to the tomb and found it just as the women had said, but they did not see Jesus.”

25 He said to them, “How foolish you are, and how slow to believe all that the prophets have spoken! 26 Did not the Messiah have to suffer these things and then enter his glory?” 27 And beginning with Moses and all the Prophets, he explained to them what was said in all the Scriptures concerning himself.

28 As they approached the village to which they were going, Jesus continued on as if he were going farther. 29 But they urged him strongly, “Stay with us, for it is nearly evening; the day is almost over.” So he went in to stay with them.

30 When he was at the table with them, he took bread, gave thanks, broke it and began to give it to them. 31 Then their eyes were opened and they recognized him, and he disappeared from their sight. 32 They asked each other, “Were not our hearts burning within us while he talked with us on the road and opened the Scriptures to us?”

33 They got up and returned at once to Jerusalem. There they found the Eleven and those with them, assembled together 34 and saying, “It is true! The Lord has risen and has appeared to Simon.” 35 Then the two told what had happened on the way, and how Jesus was recognized by them when he broke the bread.

September 11^th, 2001 was a day that I looked forward to greatly. Back then, new music CD's were released on Tuesdays and my favorite band of the time, POD, had a new CD releasing that day. I was in college at Malone at the time and my morning ritual was to allow my alarm to go off for about an hour. In fact, I think my alarm turning off woke me up more than it did coming on. I rolled out of bed and, like every school day, I turned on my TV to watch the news as I gathered my stuff for the day. Except that day was not like every other day.

I turned on my TV just after the first plane flew into the World Trade Center. I remember thinking that it was a terrible and crazy tragedy. How does a plane crash into a building like that anyway? I called my mom as she did the administrative work for my dad's business, so it effectively called them both, to see if they heard the news. Sure enough they did and I recall my mom and I talking about how crazy it was that a plane crashed into the World Trade Center. We hung up and I went about getting my stuff together when a new announcement came across. Another plane struck the World Trade Center.

I remember staring in disbelief at my TV. How could two planes crash into the same building? That doesn't even make sense! What are the odds? What are the odds? What are... Wait. I think the newscaster suggested it could have been an attack. A what? I dialed my mom again and asked if she just heard that another plane hit. I don't remember exactly what we said but I remember her saying it was scary. Was it scary? It was a terrible tragedy. Or was it more?

I don't really recall what I was thinking as I got ready to leave but I distinctly remember hearing the announcement that one of the towers collapsed as I drove to the end of my street. The magnitude and confusion were just beginning to be evident.

When I got to school no one was yet sure if we were having classes the rest of the day. All over campus people were glued to the TVs as they relentlessly played footage of the crashes over and over again. At some point more crashes and explosions had happened but I do not really recall them. People were crying. People were in shock. America was attacked and untold thousands were dead. We don't have attacks in America. Not outside of history books. Not outside of some people here and there that caused a lot of destruction and pain, but not like this. This was different. Something else died that day. Our idea of safety, of shelter, of bad stuff always happening somewhere else. Maybe it was a naïve belief but it was real. America was attacked. We believed we were safe. It's American soil. It's safe soil. It was safe soil.

Another normal event continued that day. See, many of you may not know this, but college kids are champion sleepers. If there wasn't a morning class to be up for you could be sure there were students all over campus earning their REM degree. If you don't understand that joke, sleep on it and get back to me tomorrow. Students were waking for the first time that day for classes not knowing anything that had happened. They saw people crowded around TVs. People that should be at class. They saw people walking in blank-faced dazes. People crying. “What is going on?” They would ask. The people's at the TV heads would spin 180 degrees, the dazed people would snap to consciousness, the sobs stopped on a dime and everyone stared in disbelief. “Have you not heard the things that have happened? What rock did you just crawl out from?” There was something easier about talking about what happened without saying the actual events and when these late risers were asking what happened you were expected to relay what actually happened. But how? Planes were hijacked, crashed into buildings, we were attacked. We were attacked. America was attacked. That probably was the best way to sum it up, but instead we tried to stumble through recounting the events. Maybe it was easier to try to break it into pieces. How do you describe a series of events, that when added together, their sum is greater than their parts? Thousands of people died and it was horrible, but it was even more terrible than just that. A collective belief died, and in a terrible way. This is where we join the disciples on their journey to Emmaus.

Jesus was just crucified three days ago near Jerusalem and two disciples had left to go to Emmaus. We don't really know why, but it isn't hard to imagine they might be returning home to pick up the pieces of their lives and try to get back to a normal life. If there is such a thing as normal for them anymore. As they walked they discussed all the things that happened in the previous days. Jesus' triumphal entry. Jesus' betrayal. Jesus' trial and his death by crucifixion.

As they talked about these things, Jesus came up beside the disciples but they did not recognize him. And Stranger-Jesus asked them what they were discussing. And much like the students I described earlier, the disciples stopped dead in their tracks. Looking sad and probably frustrated and confused. “Haven't you heard? Were you the only one in Jerusalem that missed what happened? How could you miss all the things that have happened?”

At this point in time the disciples still didn't name what had happened. They were hoping to talk around it, most likely. But Stranger-Jesus pressed them further. “What things?”

So they began to recount the events, and they named many events but today we will talk about these specific events they named. The passage reads, “About Jesus of Nazareth,” they replied. “He was a prophet, powerful in word and deed before God and all the people. 20 The chief priests and our rulers handed him over to be sentenced to death, and they crucified him; 21 but we had hoped that he was the one who was going to redeem Israel.”

Redeem Israel. Israel had been in captivity for hundreds of years. Hundreds. And they longed for freedom. Freedom to be self-determining, freedom to worship God more openly, freedom from being ruled by empires that practiced all kinds of sin and idolatry. They believed that a savior would come and restore Israel to the glory days of King David. They longed for a day that the Lord would conquer their enemies and there would be no doubt to the other nations that Israel's God was the God of all other Gods. They waited for God to fulfill his promises about Israel in the way they understood them. And they waited. And waited. For centuries and centuries. And many people of Israel had placed their hope in other so-called messiahs before Jesus, only to have them and all of their followers die. Often by crucifixion. Ancient historical records often were exaggerated to bolster Rome's glory but there are records of mass crucifixions around the time of Jesus, some numbering into the thousands. At the center of these usually was someone with the title messiah.

But Jesus, he was different. He preached with unique authority, he cast demons out of people, he healed the blind and made paralyzed people walk, and he even raised the dead. Jesus was different. Jesus was going to liberate Israel. Jesus was the hope they had been waiting for. Jesus was the real savior.

But then the unthinkable happened. The Jewish leaders, part of the very people Jesus was to liberate, conspired with the Romans to kill Jesus. The Romans were the ones Jesus was to defeat. But the Jews conspired and had the Romans crucify Jesus. Just like all the other so-called messiahs. Defeated by the Romans and betrayed by the Jewish leaders.

Not only was the disciples' friend and teacher horribly killed, in the most humiliating manner the Roman Empire used, but the disciples also lost their hope that day. Their faith had been crushed. They had fallen for another false messiah like the many Jews before them. The hope that the disciples would be be the ones to finally see the promises of God fulfilled was shattered.

The disciples attempted to communicate this deeply personal and communal loss to the stranger-Jesus with them on the road. And then, probably to the great surprise and shock of the disciples, the stranger-Jesus rebuked them.

“How foolish you are and how slow to believe all that the prophets have taught! Didn't you know all these things had to happen for the messiah to enter his glory, to fulfill his mission?”

Imagine their confusion at hearing this question. They had thought the messiah the prophets talked about would be a conquering King like the great King David and that the messiah would lead the victory against Israel's earthly occupiers.

So Stranger-Jesus used the rest of the trip for teaching and explaining how the prophets talked about the pain and trials the messiah had to go through and what it meant.

When they finally arrived at Emmaus, the stranger-Jesus walked on as if he were departing. The story tells us that the disciples urged him to stay with them for the night and share dinner. Such an invitation was a great honor. In the Middle-Eastern culture sharing a meal is seen as an intimate expression of friendship, trust, and peace. I have heard it called “covenant building”. The polite response to such an invitation was to turn it down a couple of times. It seems that maybe the Stanger-Jesus did this as the story tells us that the disciples “Strongly Urged” him to stay, meaning they asked him until he accepted their invitation.

So the Stranger-Jesus accepts the disciples' offer to be their guest. But while they are at the table, maybe before the meal, maybe during, maybe after we don't really know, Stranger-Jesus reversed the roles. Stranger-Jesus picked up the bread and blessed it, typically saying blessings was the role of the host, and gave it to the disciples. When he did this, the disciples recognized Jesus for the first time, and Jesus vanished before their eyes.

The disciples were over-joyed! “Did we not feel a burning in our hearts when he was teaching us from the scriptures” Jesus was not dead. Their hope was not dead. Their story was not over! They were so over-joyed that they left their dinner table and traveled at night the 7 or so miles back to Jerusalem to find the other disciples and share the good news.

Perhaps we can learn from this that when we share in the scriptures and fellowship together, and perhaps more importantly when we show hospitality to strangers, we may just catch glimpses of Jesus as well.

We are currently in the season of Eastertide. It is the time between Easter and Pentecost when we celebrate and remember Jesus making appearances to the disciples after his resurrection. The disciples were not sure what the rest of the story of their salvation would look like, but they knew one thing, hope was not dead, their story was not over, and they were just beginning to understand their story was far bigger than they thought. And we can remember that no matter how much life gets us down when we suffer tragedy, when we are in bad health, when we see long-held beliefs crushed before our eyes, when we suffer tragic events that show us we intentionally or accidentally placed our trust and hope in the wrong place, Jesus is not dead, he is resurrected. He is alive, and when we place our faith in him we become resurrection people. We may lose our hope, but Jesus can resurrect it. We may even lose our lives, but Jesus will resurrect those, too. My story is not over, and your story is not over, and our stories are bigger than we can ever imagine when Jesus is at the center. This is the good news, that our cross-killed Savior is alive and our stories continues today! Amen.