Archive for March 31st, 2013

Today, before dawn, Bart and I rose, sat in cold plastic chair outside in the chilly morning air, and celebrated Resurrection morning with a group of people we don’t know. This is certainly not Easter as we are used to celebrating it, but Jesus is still alive regardless of where the Taylors might be living.

Luke 24: On the first day of the week, very early in the morning, the women took the spices they had prepared and went to the tomb. 2 They found the stone rolled away from the tomb, 3 but when they entered, they did not find the body of the Lord Jesus.

Mary and Mary Magdalene had a task they intended to accomplish. However, when they got to the tomb, they were taken aback by Jesus not being in the tomb. I’m sure they were upset, frightened, maybe even angry that something malevolent had been to His body.

Of course, we’ve read the ending and we know what happened, but they didn’t know. Finally, Jesus appeared to them and proclaimed His resurrection to them. But it struck me this morning that often I am set on a task, even a very well intentioned one, and can completely miss something even more astounding that God has in store.

Likewise, a couple of disciples traveling that day were caught up in the details of the moment and missed what was right in front of them.

Now that same day two of them were going to a village called Emmaus, about seven miles from Jerusalem. They were talking with each other about everything that had happened. As they talked and discussed these things with each other, Jesus himself came up and walked along with them; but they were kept from recognizing him. (Luke 24:13-16 NIV)

Jesus, unrecognized by them, asks them what they were so earnestly discussing.

One of them, named Cleopas, asked him, “Are you the only one visiting Jerusalem who does not know the things that have happened there in these days?” (Luke 24:18 NIV)

Yep, Jesus must have been living–er, not living?–under a rock the last few days to have missed that one.

He then begins to explain to them the whole plan of redemption from creation to that moment, finally revealing Himself to them before miraculously disappearing before their eyes. Then they marvel in one of my favorite passages of Scripture:

They asked each other, “Were not our hearts burning within us while he talked with us on the road and opened the Scriptures to us?” (Luke 24:32 NIV)

I don’t want to be so caught up in the details that I miss Jesus. It’s been four months without finding a church, without finding our place in the community, and it’s easy to ask Jesus where He is. But He’s not under a rock anymore; He’s alive and working, even if it’s a little hidden to me in the midst of all the details and the things I’m doing. Hopefully I’m not the one so far under a rock that I don’t see it.

He is risen indeed! Happy Easter, everyone.

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