Dear Friends,
A few years ago on The Late Show with Jimmy Fallon, former New York Mets’ pitcher Matt Harvey walked the streets of Manhattan asking New Yorkers what they thought about… Matt Harvey. Only, he wasn’t wearing his baseball uniform. Because he was in civvies, few, if any, recognized him. It was as if he had been transformed. Ordinary and anonymous Matt Harvey asked his interviewees if they thought baseball star Matt Harvey was any good. Did they think he was getting lucky, or did they think he had what it took to become a real star?
Watching the skit is a real joy for the in-the-know viewer. We see die-hard Mets’ fans talking smack about a person that is right in front of them. A player many had seen on tv or at in-person sporting events countless times. Almost all of them did not recognize him until, as they began to walk away, he revealed his true identity. The red-faced awkwardness that ensues is wicked delight.
This sketch reminded me of the “Road to Emmaus” story in the Gospel of Luke. In the story Jesus comes up to two of his followers and they do not recognize him. Why? We aren’t told. They’re on a walk from Jerusalem to Emmaus. A long walk, about seven miles in total, so there was a lot of time to talk. What were they talking about? Their dashed hopes about Messiah Jesus, of course. While they were walking, Jesus overhears their conversation and asks, “What are you two talking about?” Jesus, the one whom they loved and followed--upon whom all their hopes were placed--was right in front of them and they did not recognize him.
In his grief, one said, “Are you the only stranger in Jerusalem who does not know the things that have taken place there in these days? The things about Jesus of Nazareth, who was condemned to death and crucified. But we had hoped that he was the one to redeem Israel.”
Reading this recently, I couldn’t help but be reminded of the Mets’ fan who told Matt Harvey that Matt Harvey was an “overrated bum.” There he is, so close, right in front of him in fact, but he couldn’t see him.
“How can you stand next to the truth and not see it?” Bono sang.
And yet, when my delight in the awkward, red-faced reveal was through, I thought about something more serious: how often this has been the case for me in my life. How often have I been blind to the truth that stared right at me? How often have I been unable to read signs that in hindsight were all around me? No, I’m not talking about regret over not putting money in Bitcoin last March, I’m talking about how often am I oblivious to Jesus and what he's done to set things right in me and the world?
Most of the time I need someone to state the obvious--to completely ruin the joke--and oftentimes that doesn’t even work. Sometimes I need Kafka’s ice-axe to break my stupor in me.
And the axe is exactly what fell upon these traveling disciples. Only, not in the form of a wrath or fire from heaven, but in the proclamation of Scripture and in the breaking of bread. In these ordinary means of bread, wine, and story-telling the disciples were able to see the stranger right in front of them. And this, my friends, is the same way that old stranger is revealed to you and me.
See you Sunday,
Ben