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Open Eyes

One of my favorite stories in Scripture comes at the end of the Gospel of Luke.  Luke’s audience has just been through an emotional roller coaster.  Five chapters before this, Jesus was ushered into Jerusalem by a large crowd ready to crown him King.  Then Jesus bursts their bubble and just spends several days teaching in the Temple after he clears it.  After he shares a Passover meal with his disciples, things take a turn for the worse and he gets arrested.  All hope is gone when he is convicted and sent to die a painful and humiliating death on a cross, which happens just the chapter before.  But then a glimmer of hope, when some women go to finish Jesus’ burial, they find his body is gone and two men, whose clothes “gleamed like lightning” told them that Jesus was not dead!  The women went back and reported this to the rest of Jesus’ disciples. Some thought they were crazy, others checked it out themselves, but no one really knew what it meant.   

This is where our story begins.  I encourage you to stop reading this blog and go read this story for yourself: Luke 24:13-35.  Long story short, two of Jesus’ disciples are on their way to Emmaus, a village 7 miles from Jerusalem, when Jesus joins them on their journey.  For whatever reason though, they do not realize it is Jesus.  They spend the whole day walking with him and talking, and then invite him to dine with them.  When Jesus breaks the bread and gives thanks for it, they immediately realize who this stranger is.  My version of the Bible says that “then their eyes were open.”  Jesus then disappears, the friends’ hearts are full of joy, and they immediately run back to tell the others.   

I think I love this story so much because I can relate so well to characters in it.  So often I find I am completely oblivious to God’s intimate presence in my life, and every so often my eyes really open and I see it.  This has been happening more frequently lately.  I have been seeing a spiritual director the last several months, and my time with him as been tremendously fruitful.  For those of you who are unfamiliar with spiritual directors, they are people who listen to you, pray with you, and help you discern God’s activity and direction in your life.  Through his guidance, my eyes have opened up to ways that God has been present in my life that I was just totally missing.   

So you might be wondering what your response to this should be.  I think we can learn a couple things from this story, and my story, the most important of which is that we need to learn to open our eyes and look for God in our midst.  We need to pray and expect God to be acting and present in our lives.  Second, you may want to consider spiritual direction.  I was hesitant for a while to join for the same reason most people don’t like going to a psychiatrist: no one wants to admit they need help.  I have to say though that I am so grateful I went.  I have been blessed so many times in having a spiritual director.  I recently learned that spiritual direction is starting up at Wayne Presbyterian.  If you are interested in learning more, or signing up for it, you can contact Rev. Laurie Weicher at .   



Posted by Andrew Hostetter at 10:00 AM
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