(Part three of a reflection on Luke 24:13-35.)
After Jesus poked at the two people on the road to Emmaus for not putting together the pieces of the story, he proceeded to put together the pieces of the story. And they were willing to listen to a long compelling explanation of why the life and death of Jesus unfolded the way it did.
He wasn’t teaching them new facts. They knew these pieces of the Old Testament prophets from their whole lives. But they hadn’t had the key before this.
Because the key hadn’t existed before this day. All the teaching Jesus had done up to this point didn’t have his resurrection in the rear-view mirror. It was promised and predicted, but it wasn’t history.
Now, for the first recorded time ever, God (in the person of the risen Jesus) was able to say, “This was promised in Genesis, and it has happened.This was promised in Exodus, and it has happened. This was pointed to in Isaiah and Micah, in Psalms and Malachi. And it has happened. As promised, God came and lived and died and rose.”
It was a captivating story. So captivating that they didn’t want Jesus to stop talking. So at the end of a two-hour walk, the two people invited Jesus into the house to keep talking.
We have no idea where they invited him. If it was their home, remember they had been gone. But they were more concerned with the safety of their new friend on the sometimes wild roads of Judea than with their own comfort. They took whatever they had and put it on the table.
And invited their new teacher friend to bless it. It was the polite thing to do. It was a nice thing to do.
And Jesus blew it up.
He took the bread and he blessed it. There was such intimacy as the Son talked with the Father that they knew it was Jesus. A style of teaching could be hidden. But this relationship? Never.
It was the first time the Son talked publicly to the Father after the resurrection. And their eyes and hearts knew it was Jesus.
And he vanished.