Now that same day two of them were going to a village called Emmaus, about seven miles from Jerusalem. They were talking with each other about everything that had happened. As they talked and discussed these things with each other, Jesus himself came up and walked along with them; but they were kept from recognizing him. (Luke 24:13-16)Here are two guys, walking down a lonely road to a small, insignificant village called Emmaus. We don't know why they were going. Perhaps they lived there. Perhaps they had been in Jerusalem for all the recent soul-shaking events. Perhaps they had been disciples of Jesus and all of their hopes and dreams were now blown up in their faces. The one person they perhaps had put all of their faith in had died a criminal's death on the cross. It was over.
In the midst of their loss, they were joined by the King of the Universe, the risen Lord.
Luke tells us that "they were kept from recognizing him." Perhaps their focus on
their loss was what kept them from recognizing Jesus. Perhaps their lack of faith kept them blind to who was now walking with them.
They find it hard to believe that this stranger did not know all that had recently happened and they proceed to share what happened to this poor, ignorant man.
I believe Jesus probably chuckled when he said,
"How foolish you are, and how slow of heart to believe all that the prophets have spoken! Did not the Christ have to suffer these things and then enter his glory?" And beginning with Moses and all the Prophets, he explained to them what was said in all the Scriptures concerning himself. (Luke 24:25-27)Can you imagine? Jesus led them in a study of the Bible -- at least the Old Testament. It was the first small group Bible study. How would you like to have him as your small group leader?
But they still didn't recognize him, even when they experienced the greatest Bible teacher of all times.
It was getting late so they urged this stranger to stay the night with them.
When he was at the table with them, he took bread, gave thanks, broke it and began to give it to them.Then their eyes were opened and they recognized him, and he disappeared from their sight. 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?" (Luke 24:30-32)Evidently something stirred in their hearts earlier when Jesus "opened the Scriptures" to them. But it was only when he broke the bread, gave thanks for it and gave it to them that their eyes were opened and they finally saw him for who he really was. They were participants in the first Holy Communion.
Not only did they experience the greatest Bible study teacher, but they also experienced the greatest communion administrator.
Communion has always been important to Betty and me. Our initial church life was in the Episcopal Church which is often called "Catholic Light." We had all the ritual, but only half the guilt. (That's a joke in case you didn't recognize it as such.)
Our church offered communion every Sunday. The Catholic Church believes the bread physically becomes the real body of Christ and the wine becomes the real blood of Christ. Whereas many Protestant churches see communion as a memorial -- "do this in memory of me."
Betty and I fall somewhere between those two. We believe we experience the very real presence of Christ every time we take communion.
When I have trouble seeing God in my life -- when I don't recognize Christ walking with me -- communion always helps open my eyes to see him.
I know in my head that Christ is always with me, but sometimes my heart needs a reminder, through the little wafer and sip of grape juice, that his presence is real -- to get that truth from my head to my heart.