Luke 24:13-35 · On the Road to Emmaus
On the Road Again
Luke 24:13-35
Sermon
by Maxie Dunnam
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Blue eyes crying in the rain! Who knows where that sentence comes from? It’s from Psalm 14 verse…no, you know better. It’s from a haunting country ballad and no one sings it better than Willie Nelson. I’m not a country music buff but I like some of it – especially Willie. Recently I had to spend about three hours driving, and I tuned in to a good country music station. I recommend that experience, even though you may not like country music. It will contribute to your theological education.

Now some of the words are corny. I heard one, the chorus of which when went like this:

“You’re a Coca Cola Cowboy
You’ve got an Eastwood smile and Robert Redford hair.
But you walked across my heart as though it were Texas
And you taught me how to say, “I just don’t care.”

Now as corny as that is, you’ve got to admit that’s a picturesque line: “You walked across my heart as though it was Texas.”

There were some other powerful lines. In one wonderful song about love there was this expression: “Forever is as far as I’ll go.” That’s a pretty good definition of agape love. “Forever is as far as I’ll go.”

Then there was this confession: “I couldn’t see you leaving, but I can see that you’re gone.” a laughable way to put it, but -- An honest confession about our failure to be attentive to those we love.

Most of the theology of country music is not Wesleyan; it’s Calvinistic. Presbyterians and other reformed folks may not like me saying that. But punctuating most of the heartbreak stories of lost love and shattered dreams is the notion, “gue sera, sera” -- “whatever will be will be.” For instance one song I heard kept repeating the line, “There ain’t no stopping love when it’s meant to be” – pure predestination and poor theology I would judge. But some of the theology of country music is good. Listen to these lines:

“We need to hold who needs holding;
mend what needs mending;
walk even if it means an extra mile.
Pray what needs praying;
say what needs saying;
because we’re only here for a little while.

Good theology and good practical philosophy. But this sermon is not about country music. It’s about what good country music is about: life – life in the raw. Life as we experience it, and a good image for that is Willie Nelson’s classic “On the Road Again.” Do you remember it?

“On the road again
just can’t wait to get on the road again
Goin’ places where I’ve never been…
I can’t wait to get on the road again.

Willie romanticizes being on the road again. But for most of us, on the road is its symbol of lostness, loneliness, frustration, no direction, and little or no hope.

I don’t know a better image to describe the experience of Cleopas and his companion, about whom we read in our Scripture lesson this morning, than Willie’s refrain “On the Road Again.” That tells the story.

Cleophas and his companion were followers of Jesus. They had counted on this man. With others, they had believed that he was the man – the Son of Man, the long-awaited Messiah who would redeem Israel. There had been some convincing evidence. The power of his preaching, his healing ministry, the miracles he performed, his mastery even of nature. His refusal to be controlled either by political or religious power blocks, the prophetic witness of his presence with the poor and oppressed, which had always been the jubilee affirmation of Israel -- was evidence that this was the man, the Son of Man, the Messiah.

Then it happened – the terror and the unbelievable nightmare of darkness, which engulfed him and them so suddenly, shattering their spirits and devastating their lives. They crucified him. They took him out to a place of degradation and shame and strung him up like a common criminal. Little wonder Cleophas and other followers huddled together on Saturday – scared for their skins, too stunned even for grief, uncertain and limp, all their dreams in ruins. This man, their man, was dead. There were rumors whispered about that his tomb was empty, that the women had come back after sunrise with the wild story about an angel speaking to them, about the stone being rolled back, and the grave clothes laying limp in the cave. But rumors are rumors. In their depressed state of mind, such stories seemed like “idle tales.” So, Cleophas and Simon headed out of town downcast, defeated, doubtful, wanting to put some space and distance between them and the way they had committed their lives in previous days.

This is the scene as we enter the gospel drama. Dejected and in despair, they are leaving Jerusalem – “on the road again” headed for Emmaus. Now bring the story home to us.

Two things are of special note.

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First, Emmaus is every person’s town. I’ve been to the Emmauses you see Emmaus of the Gospel story only once – on my first visit to the Holy Land in 1968. That Emmaus is a village west of Jerusalem on the main road to the seacoast. but I’ve been to other Emmaus could have been any place, just as long as it was seven miles distance from frustration, confusion, grief and despair. Cleopas and his companion wanted to get out of town, to get away from it all in order to try to forget, to sort out their feelings and somehow find a way to start all over again. With chins dragging and hope in the ditch, at a low ebb, they headed west, talking together as if saying it again would somehow make it go away; retelling the story to one another to ease the pain and share the heaviness.

We know where Emmaus is don’t we? We have been there in one way or another at sometime in our live. Emmaus is whatever we do, or wherever we go to salvage and sort out our feelings, to summon the desire and courage and desire to keep going on, to try and forget. Emmaus is whatever we do or wherever we go to reclaim our sanity when our world goes to pieces; when our ideals and dreams are violated and distorted.

I’ve shared with many of you the way I practice prayer for our students, staff, and faculty at the seminary. At the beginning of each school year I divide our entire community into 38 groups – that’s the number of weeks that we have during the basic school year. I pray for a number of students, faculty, and staff during each week. About two weeks before I’m going to pray for them I write them a note, asking them to share with me what’s going on in their lives – their joys and celebrations – but especially their concerns and needs – what they would like for me to intercede about. It’s been a revolutionary experience for me – not only for my discipline in prayer – but for my identification with our community. This practice of prayer is a constant reminder of where emmaus is in the life of many.

I’ve been praying for a young man whose request was for healing from past hurts caused by the poor choices of faith leaders influential in his faith journey. His plea was for release from the fear of becoming like them. He knows about seeking an Emmaus.

I’ve been praying for a young woman who for five months has had chronic abdominal pains. She has had two exploratory surgeries – none of them yielding a diagnosis. She wants to be healed. Can’t you imagine her temptation to head away from Jerusalem and seek an Emmaus?

Listen to this prayer request of another young woman: “I’m frustrated with God. Wondering why I’m still unmarried and turning 35. I’m happy, fulfilled in His love and service, but still have this desire in my heart for a partner in ministry – and the opportunity to have a family.” Emmaus would be so inviting for her.

Not long ago there was this request that broke my heart – emotional healing for my kids who suffered sexual abuse by a babysitter two years ago. Spiritual and emotional renewal for Jeannie, (that’s his wife), and me during this year. Those two children who had been abused are now eight and six. These parents know what Emmaus is all about, because Emmaus is wherever we go and whatever we do to reclaim our sanity when our world goes to pieces; when our ideals and dreams are violated and distorted – when we have to salvage and sort out our feelings, summon the desire and courage to keep going on, or try to forget. It may happen at the betrayal of the one we respect very much, or as the one we loved the most, and with whom we have shared intimacy of marriage, leaves us for someone else. The death of our spouse or a parent may take us to emmaus. An illness that confines us and there’s no respite from pain, or an illness that strikes our child and she hovers between life and death and there’s nothing we can do but hold her hand and just be there beside her.

You know what I’m talking about, don’t you? Emmaus is every person’s town.

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But there’s promise in the story – great promise. In the midst of, or in the aftermath of defeat and despair, of suffering and pain and confusion, there is always the friend who joins us.

Jerry and I were privileged to come back to Memphis a few weeks ago to work in a women’s Emmaus weekend. The Lexington Emmaus community meets on our campus – but because of our lifestyle, our hectic travel schedule, we’ve been involved very little with that community. I’ve made talks at Emmaus, but this was the first time that I have been the Spiritual Director of an Emmaus Walk since we left Memphis seven years ago.

So, in preparation, I lived with the Emmaus story – our Scripture lesson, -- and I got a new insight on the story. It came through Sidlow Baxter in his devotional book, Awake My Heart. He has a reflection on that one sentence, in the story “Jesus Himself drew near and went with them!” He reminded us that one of the earliest grammar lessons we learned in school was the comparison of adjectives, -- positive, comparative, and superlative. And those three degrees correspond with that line from the story. Here is something positively good – “Jesus Himself.” Here is something comparatively better – “drew near.” Here is something superlatively the best – “and went with them.” What a progression. Jesus Himself – drew near – and went with them.

It was Jesus Himself who joined them. The writer could have simply said, “Jesus – Jesus drew near,” But He said, “Jesus Himself.” I believe the reflexive is added to emphasize that it was the real, personal Jesus, the very subject of their conversation, who actually drew near them, then and there, alive after His crucifixion.

How precious it is for us to know that it is this same Jesus – “Jesus Himself,” who will link Himself with us on our walk to Emmaus. That’s what the text says, “Jesus Himself drew near.”

We can count on it if we will listen, reflect on His Word, spend time with friends who believe in Him and who share our commitment, pray -- the time will come when He will burst through our feelings of aloneness – our desperation. He will draw near. If the prophet Isaiah could be confident that the day would come when the promise of the Lord would be fulfilled: “Before they call, I will answer. While they’re still speaking, I will hear.” If Isaiah could be confident of that, how much more our confidence because our Lord is risen.

And best of all, the text says, “He went with them.” Superlatively the best – the fact that our Lord – the One Who is risen from the grave, will go with us.

Cleopas and his companion were walking along in dejection and defeat. But all of a sudden they became aware of this third person. At first they don’t know who he is. Isn’t it true that Jesus often comes to us incognito?

Mother Theresa says, He comes most often through those who are suffering, the poorest of the poor, those disenfranchised by the world. She tells the story of walking past an open drain and catching a glimpse of something moving in it. She investigated and found a dying man whom she took back to her home where he could die in love and peace. It took Mother Theresa and her sisters two hours to get the lice off the man and give him the bath he had not had in who knows how long. “I live like an animal in the streets,” the man told her. “Now I will die like an angel.”

“How wonderful to see a person die in love,” said Mother Theresa, “with the joy of love, the perfect peace of Christ on his face.” That she added, “The dying man in the gutter is Jesus in distressing disguise.”

That’s the way Jesus often comes – incognito. He joins us on the way, and many times we don’t recognize him.

But He does make himself known – perhaps in the breaking of bread – in our worship, in our private prayer time, in our Christian conferencing, -- our deliberate conversations with other Christians – in our solitude – in the sudden visible transformation of a person whom you would never imagined would be changed – He makes himself known.

I have a friend who is serving in India. She came to Asbury Seminary at the same time I went there as President. Her name is Tammy. She was converted during her third year at the University of Georgia. They have a tremendous student campus ministry there – over 800 students gather on Thursday nights. It’s one of the remarkable Methodist campus ministries in our nation. Don’t tell me we can’t reach university students. Many of the students who are coming to Asbury to prepare for ministry have been converted in college. Tammy was converted at the University of Georgia. She came from a very dysfunctional family – no involvement at all with the church. About a year after her conversion, having been discipled by the campus ministry and having grown immensely through her accountability group,Tammy felt a more specific call to ministry and decided to come to Asbury Seminary.

I didn’t know Tammy the first year I was there – I came to know her later. She arrived at Asbury with just enough money to make it through the first semester. She got a part-time job, but that was not adequate to pay for tuition and living expenses – but that’s all she could work if she was going to go to stay in school. So she settled into a life of prayer. Hers is a modern day prayer miracle story. Tammy never asked anybody for money. When she would come up against it – when her funds would be depleted during her studies at Asbury – she would pray and miraculously money would come. She graduated from seminary not owing a penny. In the summer, prior to the last year at Asbury, she went on a mission trip to India and the Lord really got hold of her. He laid the burden of the little forsaken children of India on Tammy’s heart, and Tammy could not forget that experience. As soon as she finished seminary she returned to India. Miracle after miracle has happened. I don’t have time to tell it all. But the crux of it is that she now operates a home -- she calls it Grace House – a home for homeless children. She continues her same pattern of prayer and total trust in the Lord and the Lord is providing. Tammy is growing spiritually in unusual ways. Her life is a powerful testimony.

She writes her friends via email about every two or three weeks, maybe once a month. I always read them because usually they usually have some powerful nugget of Christian wisdom and insight.

In a recent one, she talked about how Christ had come to her in the midst of threats and danger she was facing -- – and how He can come to us. The government had shut down three children’s homes in the greater Bangalore area – all operated by Christians, with foreigners involved. The general anti-Christian sentiment of the government, coupled with problems in these homes, was bringing widespread investigation, threats, and harassment. Tammy knew her house might be targeted. This is a part of what she wrote:

The danger is real. The threat is real. But God’s power is much MORE REAL. He has shown us this in recent days. Of course, He has shown us this all along, I guess we have just been reminded of it in recent days. I can’t explain the shift in our outlook, nothing on the outside has changed. But…Jesus has spoken to us, encouraged us, and challenged us in the middle of the threats. I gotta be honest, I wouldn’t trade that for anything. It is worth it. One verse He has continually shown the staff and me is Psalm 91. The whole passage has encouraged us. Specifically, He spoke to us in “1,000may fall at your side, 10,000 at your right hand, but it will not come near you.” We sense His presence, His encouragement, and His pleasure these days more than ever. We know that He is leading, guiding and protecting. Not in some obscure,

“God is leading me” kinda way, but in a realistic tangible way. He is LEADING, GUIDING, AND PROTECTING. (Tammy Hutchins email, 12/30,2000).

Tammy and her colleagues can wait and not be desperate over the threat of investigation and closing because Christ has come to them and made Himself known.

You can count on it. No matter what turn or twist your walk is taking you, He will come. Stay alert. Keep your eyes open – He often comes incognito, so look for Him. He does make Himself known – perhaps in the breaking of bread, in worship, in our private prayer time, in our Christian conferencing – our deliberate conversations with other Christians. He makes Himself known in the visible transformation of persons whom we would never imagine would be changed. He makes himself know.

If you are seeking an Emmaus today – trying to put some distance between you and your frustration, grief, confusion and despair, wanting to forget and start over again – take heart! Jesus is on every road to Emmaus. If you will have faith, look and listen, believe – He will join you there.

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