Tuesday, April 18, 2017

What things??

Luke 24:13-24
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.”

you, seeming like a stranger,
asked a simple questions:
"What things?"
And what follows is
a testimony,
a story of hope,
a story of loss,
a story of promise,
a story of pain,
a story of bewilderment,
a story of astonishment.

I wonder:
if you in a strangers voice
asked me today,
"What things?"
what story would I tell you?
Would I tell about
the amazing things I've seen?
the deep pain I've been witness to?
the healing I've seen?
the fear that lingers?
the despair?
the good news?
the renewal?

Would I end
my story the same way?
"but they did not see him"
We just can't seem
to recognize you.

Correct our vision
with the lenses
of your resurrection love.

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