Luke 24:14-35
Able to See the Risen One
James Sledge May
4, 2014
When
I was in seminary, I had a wonderful opportunity to take part in three week
travel seminar to the Middle East. Fifteen students, five from my seminary and
five each from two others, joined a group of lay leaders from various churches
on a trip that visited sites in Jordan, Syria, the Sinai peninsula, Israel, and
Greece.
One
of the things you discover in the Middle East, especially outside the cities,
is the remarkable hospitality of the people, much like the biblical culture of
hospitality, except in Israel. That’s not a knock on Israel. It’s just that its
culture is largely imported from Europe and America and so very unlike
indigenous, Middle Eastern culture.
One
day, after visiting a number of archeological sites in Jordan, we made our way
to an out-of-the-way, little village. There was an old Crusader castle on the
hill overlooking the village, but it did not draw many tourists. We were the
only Westerners, or tourists of any sort, at the single, little hotel that was
about halfway between the village and the castle.
We
arrived a couple of hours before supper, and a few of us decided to walk the bit
less than a mile down the hill into the village itself. As we walked along the
road, people would lean out the windows of homes and talk to us, ask where we
were from, how we were doing, where we would go next, and so on. One boy – I
guess he was 10 or 11 – asked if we would come in and join him for tea. But we
wanted to get to the village and back before supper, so we said, “No.” He was
insistent, running from the upstairs window down to the front door, showing us
the teapot he would use, telling us it would be no trouble at all.
We
were very appreciative. We thanked him repeatedly, but we had to keep going. It
is by far my single biggest regret from that trip, and it ranks way up there on
my list of all time regrets. To have visited in his home and enjoyed his
hospitality would surely have been one of the more memorable and meaningful moments
of the entire trip, certainly much more so than the few closed shops we saw at
the bottom of the hill.
I
have kicked myself over the years for not stopping, and I’m often reminded of that
day when I read a biblical account that features hospitality. When I read the
story of Cleopas and another, unnamed disciple meeting Jesus along the way but
not recognizing him at first, I wondered if I would have missed out had I been
walking along the Emmaus Road that day.
After
all, I did not have time even to accept someone’s hospitality that day when I
walked down a Middle Eastern road. Cleopas and his companion meet the risen
Christ only after they extend hospitality, insistently, not unlike that little
boy in Jordan. And they do so even though they are tired, confused, and heartbroken.
Had I been there that day and Jesus walked ahead as if he were going on,
I likely would have said, “So long. Nice talking to you.”