Luke 24:13-35 · On the Road to Emmaus
Encounter with a Stranger
Luke 24:13-35
Sermon
by Robert Allen
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I had just sat down to eat with a group in the fellowship hall. There was a covered-dish dinner and everyone had brought their favorite recipes. The food looked delicious and the desserts looked even better. Just as I was about to take my first bite, someone told me there was a man in the hallway who would like to speak to the pastor.

I slipped out of the fellowsihp hall to find this man who wanted to see me. When I rounded the corner, I saw him standing down at the end of the hall. One glance and I knew that he was one of the homeless we see so often roaming the streets. He spotted me and began walking down the hallway toward me. There was a weariness in every step he took. His face had the leathery look of a man who was familiar with all kinds of weather. His clothes were ragged and he had the look of a man who had had to make do for a very long time.

I greeted him and asked what I could do for him. He told me he was hungry and wanted to know if I could help him get something to eat. I invited him in to eat with our group. He was hesitant to join our group, so I offered to get him a plate of food. I took him to another room and let him sit down to eat.

As he was eating, I asked, "How long have you been on the road?"

"A long time," he said, "a very long time."

"Where do you live?" I asked.

"I travel a lot," he said. "Most nights the stars are my roof and the earth is my bed."

"Haven't you ever thought of settling down and having a home?"

"I tried it once," he said, "but it didn't work out. I just wasn't happy settled in one place."

"What do you call yourself?" I asked the hungry man.

"My name is Joshua," he said.

"Did you know that is a name from the Bible?" I asked. "Joshua means 'God's salvation.' "

He looked at me with a surprised look on his face and he smiled. He thanked me for the hot meal and buttoned his coat and headed for the door. When he was gone, I remembered that story from the Bible about Cleopas and his companion and their encounter with a stranger on the road to Emmaus. This story, as recorded in the Gospel of Luke, is one of the great short stories in all of literature. It tells of two men walking along the Emmaus Road. The waves of heat shimmered above the dusty road as they put Jerusalem farther and farther behind them.

As they walked along, they spoke of the events which had taken place in the Holy City. So much had happened in just a few days. In fact, everything happened so quickly that it all seemed like a terrible dream. There had been Christ's triumphant entry into the Holy City. Then, the joy of that moment gave way to fear as a net of intrigue was woven around the Nazarene. The agony of the crucifixion at Calvary still haunted them. They had seen the dead, limp body of Jesus removed from the cross and laid in the borrowed tomb of Joseph of Arimathea. And yet, there were now whisperings and rumors spreading throughout Jerusalem that Jesus was alive.

These were the things that Cleopas and his companion talked about on the road to Emmaus. The more they talked, the more engrossed they became. They were so engrossed in their own conversation, that they did not notice the approach of a stranger. Suddenly, there he was walking with them. The stranger asks, "What are you talking about to each other
as you walk along?"

Cleopas and his companion are amazed at the question and they answer by saying, "You must be the only visitor in Jerusalem who does not know the things that have happened there recently."

And the stranger asks, "What things?"

And they begin to relate the sad events about Jesus which this stranger had apparently not heard. The stranger listens and then shares his own beliefs about Jesus. He began with Moses and all the prophets and explained to these two men on the Emmaus Road all the scripture that referred to Jesus.

The conversation made the seven-and-one-half mile walk pass quickly. When they reached the city of Emmaus, the sun was sinking fast in the western sky, darkness was approaching and they invited the stranger to spend the night.

As they sat down to eat the evening meal, Cleopas asks the stranger to give the blessing for the meal. There was something in the way he gave thanks. There was something in the way he took the bread and broke it. There was something about his gestures that were recognizable. Perhaps, the folds of his robe fell back and they saw the livid red marks of the nails in his hands. But, whatever it was, in that instant they knew him. In that moment they recognized him. In that fraction of a second they knew that their encounter with a stranger had been an encounter with the risen Lord. And he was gone! It wasn't possible! It couldn't be, but they had seen him with their own eyes and heard him with their own ears. They got up and ran the seven-and-one-half miles back to Jerusalem to tell the other disciples the incredible news of their encounter with a stranger.

Today, as we look at this story of the encounter with the stranger along the road to Emmaus, there are three things which I think are important.

I. The Encounter With The Stranger Shed Light On That Which Was Confusing.

There is an old story of a young preacher who went to chapel services one day at seminary. He heard one of the professors say in his sermon, "The happiest days of my life were spent in the arms of another man's wife -- my mother."

The young preacher thought the quotation would add drama and force to his sermon the next Sunday, so he tried it. He said, "The happiest days of my life were spent in the arms of another man's wife." At this point he had a mental block. He was confused. He was bewildered. He agonized for a moment and then he said, "The happiest days of my life were spent in the arms of another man's wife -- but I can't remember who it was to save my life."

Just as that young preacher was confused; so were the two men walking along the Emmaus Road. The events that had taken place in Jerusalem left them confused. Their hopes and dreams had been shattered. You can catch the confusion and regret in their voices when they looked at the stranger and told him all the recent events concerning Jesus of Nazareth. There was a note of sorrow and confusion in their voices as they said: "And we had hoped that he would be the one who was going to set Israel free!" These are the words of men whose hopes are dead, whose dreams are buried and whose minds are confused.

And then Jesus began to talk to them and explain the meaning of everything that had taken place. He began with Moses and all the prophets and tried to shed some light on their confusion. As he talked with them, they gradually began to understand. The meaning came clear to them. The darkness was replaced with the dawning of light. They began to understand there was someone walking with them and helping them to understand.

A couple of years ago, a television anchorwoman in New York City, named Pat Harper, wanted to understand the plight of the homeless. She left her luxurious East Side apartment with 80 cents in her pocket. She spent five days living on the street to learn what it was like to be homeless. She spent her days wandering the streets in the icy January rain. She spent her nights sleeping in doorways, train stations and public shelters. She ate in soup kitchens and street missions.

The undercover investigation made her realize that many homeless people are simply normal people who have been hit with serious financial problems. These people helped her, gave her advice on how to survive without money and even shared what little food they had. There was no other way for this successful television anchorwoman to understand the homeless than to walk where they walked.

This was the message that was made clear to these two men on
the Emmaus Road. Their encounter with the stranger shed light on
their confusion and helped them to understand that Jesus Christ
was walking with them.

II. The Encounter With The Stranger Brings A Recognition Of Love And A Sense Of Joy.

Why didn't Cleopas and his companion recognize Jesus when he first approached them on the Emmaus Road? No one knows! The Bible simply says, "They saw him, but somehow did not recognize him ..."

Perhaps, they had seen him crucified on a cross and they simply didn't expect to see him again. Whatever the reason, they walked along the dusty road and listened to this stranger. When they reached Emmaus, they invited this stranger to share their evening meal and spend the night in their home.

It was here in their home that they recognized him. Was it the way he broke the loaf of bread? Was it a familiar gesture? Was it a glimpse of a hand which had known the print of a nail? Whatever it was, a silence falls over the table. No one moves. No one speaks. They just know. There is a recognition of love. And, there is joy at that recognition.

David Redding tells of having a big, black Scottish shepherd as a pet when he was growing up on a farm in the country. He named the dog Teddy and they became inseparable companions. Teddy would wait on him to come home from school at the bus stop. Teddy slept at the foot of his bed. Teddy came whenever David whistled a tune. During the night, no one could get within a half mile of their farm without Teddy's permission. The boy and his dog were inseparable.

Then World War II came and David went away to war. He told his family good-bye, but there was no way to tell a dog you were going away and might never come back.

David Redding went away to boot camp and then was shipped overseas for three years. Finally, the day came when he could go home. The last bus stop was 14 miles from the farm and his parents didn't have a phone. He simply threw his duffle bag over his shoulder and started walking. It must have been two o'clock in the morning as he neared the farm. It was pitch dark, but he knew every step of the way. Suddenly, the dog heard someone on the road and began to bark. David said, "I whistled only once and Teddy stopped barking. There was a yelp of recognition, and I knew that a big, black dog was running toward me in the darkness. Almost immediately, he was there and in my arms. He knew me. He recognized me. He loved me. Even after three years, he recognized me and loved me."

Whenever there is a recognition of love, there is joy. Cleopas and his companion made a marvelous discovery that evening in their home. They recognized the risen Lord. They recognized that he was with them. And this recognition brought joy to their lives.

I cannot make many promises to you. But, there is one promise of which I am absolutely positive. When you reach that point where you recognize God's love in Jesus Christ, you will be filled with an inner sense of happiness and peace.

III. The Encounter With The Stranger Reminds Us That When We Experience Joy, We Want To Share It.

When Cleopas and his companion recognized the risen Christ, they experienced a joy they wanted to share. They said to each other, "Wasn't it like a fire burning in us?" It was such an exciting experience of joy that they wanted to share. So, they got up and headed back toward Jerusalem. It was seven-and-one-half miles to Jerusalem. It was dark and the road could be treacherous at night, but they had incredible news and they wanted to share it with others.

A few years ago, Madalyne and I went to the OU-Texas ball game in Dallas. Our seats were right in the end zone and the OU Sooners were scoring a bunch of touchdowns. Every time they scored and got ready to kick an extra point, I noticed a man with a multi-colored wig -- striped in red, blue, green and orange. He would position himself so the television cameras would have to pick him up when they showed the extra point attempt. He would hold up a sign that in bold letters said:

John 3:16
Romans 5:8
Galatians 4:4

I recognized the man because he is seen on television all the time at nationally televised football games, the World Series and golf tournaments.

During halftime, I went and stood in line at the concession stand. The man with the multi-colored wig was standing in front of me and we got to talking. I asked him what got him started going to all those ballgames and holding up signs with scripture passages.

He said, "There was a time in my life when I was addicted to alcohol and drugs. They had me by the throat and they were choking the life out of me. My life was falling apart. Someone gave me a Bible and I started reading it. I discovered Jesus Christ and let him take control of my life. I go to all of these ball games and hold up the signs because I want to get people to read the book and discover the joy I discovered in Jesus Christ!"

That man in the multi-colored wig may not be sharing the good news the same way that you or I would, but you have to admire his determination. How are you sharing your experience of joy with Jesus Christ? Remember, the joy of faith in Jesus is never really ours until we hasten to share it with others.

How are you sharing your faith in Christ?

Prayer: O God, give to us the courage to share our faith with others. In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.

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