For May 8, 2011, the Gospel Reading used at First United Methodist Church in Schenectady, NY was Luke 24:13-35 – the story of the walk to Emmaus in which the Resurrected Jesus meets and travels some distance with two of his followers but they are unable to recognize him during the journey. Only after they have reached their destination and share a meal do they recognize that Christ is in their midst. The Following is the Sermon presented that morning at FUMC. (the full text of the Luke passage can be found at the bottom of this entry).
Walk with Us
The Walk to Emmaus – truly one of the most significant of all Gospel stories. It asks us that important question – Where Have We Seen God. Do we see evidence of Christ reflected in the faces of those that live around us. In which faces and which situations – Can others see Christ in us as we walk through life?
I want to share a selection with you from Shane Claiborne’s book “the Irresistible Revolution. The background for this story is that the young Shane had decided to go to Calcutta to work with Mother Theresa. He was able to get the phone number for her organization, called and was surprised that she answered the phone herself, and very matter of factly – she told him to come to India and they would put him to work. On his arrival he was surprised to find that there was no hierarchy of workers, but that all were expected to do the same things, even Mother Theresa herself. He soon found himself working with the population and learning a great deal. From the Irresistible Revolution, Chapter 3 – ”In Search of a Christian”:
Dying to Find Life
I fell in love with the Home for the Destitute and Dying and spent most days there. I helped folks eat, massaged muscles, gave baths, and basically tried to spoil people who really deserved it. Each day, folks would die, and each day, we would go out onto the streets and bring in new people. The goal was ont to keep people alive (we had very few supplies for doing that) but to allow people to die with dignity, with someone loving them, singing, laughing, so they were not alone. Sometimes folks with medical training would come by and be overwhelmed with frustration because we had so few medical supplies, and the sisters would hastily explain that our mission was not to prolong life but to help people die well. As Mother Teresa would say (telling the old story about
throwing starfish back into the ocean even though they continue to line the beach in thousands), “We are called not to be successful but to be faithful.” That sounds good, but it was the beginning of my years fo struggling with the tension between efficiency and faithfulness. I remembered Gandhi’s saying that what we are doing may seem insignificant, but it is most important that we do it. So we did.
While the temptation to do great things is always before us, in Khalighat I learned the discipline of doing small things with great deliberation. Mother Teresa used to say, “We can do no great things, just small things with great love. It is not how much you do, but how much lover you put into doing it.” Just as Andy would reprimand people for using too much soap when washing dishes (we mixed ashes with the soap to multiply it), I also hear many a volunteer scolded for not putting enough gravy on the rice, since the plate was being served to Jesus himself.
Khalighat is one of the places that showed me resurrection, that life is more powerful than death, that light can pierce darkness. Those dying people were some of the most vibrant people I had ever met. There is a morgue in the home for the dying. As you walk into it, a sing on the wall reads, “I’m on my way to heaven.” And when you turn around to walk out, another sign says, “Thanks for helping me get there.” I could truly say, “Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting?” (1 Cor. 15:55). Death was “swallowed up” (v.54) by the laughter of the dying and the singing of the destitute. I knew what Jesus meant when he told Peter that the “gates of hell would not prevail” against the church, as I was finally seeing a church that storming the gates of hell itself to save people from its horrors.
As I looked into the eyes of the dying, I felt like I was meeting God. It was as if I were entering the Holy of Holies of the temple – sacred, mystical. I felt like I should take off my shoes. I knew what Dorothy Day meant when she said, “The true atheist is the one who denies God’s image in the ‘least of these.’ “ The reality that God’s Spirit dwells in each of us began to sink in. I had sung the old worship songs in youth group, like “Sanctuary” )”Lord, prepare me to be a sanctuary, pure and holy”), but I don’t think I ever realized that we really are the sanctuaries where the Spirit dwells. Our bodies are the temples of God, and that’s not just a reason to eat less cholesterol. We are the body of Christ, not in some figurative sense, but we are the flesh and blood of Jesus alive in the world through the Holy Spirit – God’s hands, fee, ears. When Paul writes “I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me (Gal. 2:20), he means it. Over and over, the dying and the lepers would whisper the mystical word namaste in my ear. We really don’t have a word like it in English (or even much of a Western conception of it). They explained to me that namaste means “I honor the Holy One who lives in you.” I knew I could see God in their eyes. Was it possible that I was becoming a Christian, that in my eyes they could catch a glimpse of the image of my Lover? (Irresistible Revolution, pages 77-80, 2006, Zondervan)
This passage may have seemed a bit long to read to you this morning, but it holds so much that I wanted to share with you. I find this to be a wonderful story of discovery, of recognizing that Jesus is in each of us, if we only take the time to stop and look. Much like Cleopas and his friend on that road to Emmaus though, we often are too preoccupied with the disappointments of life to take the time to see Christ in those around us.
Those travelers were so busy talking about the events of the last several days, the trial, the crucifixion, the missing body, that they were missing the point altogether. Even as Jesus appears to them, their eyes are closed to the miracle that is happening. This could be because they are in such deep mourning – a state which often can keep us from seeing with open eyes.
The Iroquois Confederacy once stretched from Amsterdam to Rochester – but that great union had once been five separate nations, constantly at war with each other and constantly in a state of mourning as one death led to another in a cycle of revenge killings that would make any warrior nation proud. But then the Peacemaker, Deganawidah, came along. He offered the warring nations a way out that cycle of revenge and killing in the form of the Condolence Ceremony. An important part of the ceremony is the symbolic “Removal of Dust from your eyes so that you may see clearly and earth from your ears so that you may hear well. By removing the mourning, Deganawidah helped the people to see more clearly – and great change occurred.
Those travelers to Emmaus were suffering in much the same way, unable to see who their travelling companion was, or to hear his voice and know that Christ was right there with them. They were unable to recognize the message clearly, even as he taught them once again. The pain and mourning were getting in the way of the new life that had been offered to them.
We suffer the same thing in our lives. Often it is our natural state and we do not even recognize it, but then every so often something happens that helps us to become aware. One of those events happened this week. Last Sunday night, we heard the news that Osama Bin Laden had been found, and that during that mission he had been killed. The news spread quickly and images of happy, partying people soon filled the airwaves. People were joyfully dancing in the streets and hitting the internet, celebrating the death of a man considered evil by most.
This response struck me as somehow wrong. Certainly the news that Bin Laden would no longer be able to terrorize the world was great to hear, but what troubled me was the overwhelming joy so many showed at his death. This seemed off the path that Jesus calls us to. After all, his message was one of peace and nonviolent reaction to all, even to those who are our enemies and who might strike us. As I watched the images on the television screen I wondered just how Jesus would have responded to such news, and I wondered if I was the only one with such concerns. I have been relieved to see many posting similar thoughts during the last week, happy to know that I am not alone in recognizing the disconnect in these actions for many people that consider themselves Christians, or followers of Christ.
I can see why so many reacted the way they did. This country has been in mourning for 10 years, constantly wondering if and when the next attack might come. Our eyes have been blinded by the dust of the World Trade Center, and our ears clogged by the sounds of pain and mourning. Much like those early Iroquois nations, we have been awaiting retribution of some sort, and it finally came last Sunday. But how would the stanger walking to Emmaus have reacted to such news? I doubt he would have seen himself reflected in the faces of those partying in the streets.
The story of the walk to Emmaus reminds us that we need to be ready to see Christ wherever we may be at any time. Each person that enters our lives provides the opportunity for us to see the Holiness in each other. For those travelers the recognition came in the breaking of the bread, the sharing of a meal. With that meal their soles were fed and their eyes opened. I invite each of us, as we leave here this morning and go out into the world, to look for the Holy in each other, to be open to seeing Christ walking along with us each day, To actively seek Christ in our world with each meal we enjoy – and to be sure that Christ is in each of us for others to see as we walk with them. May God be with each of us in every step we take.
Luke 24:13-35
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. (Luke 24:13-35, NRSV)