Him They Did Not See (Luke 24:13–27) from South Woods Baptist Church on Vimeo.
Anthony Doerr’s Pulitzer Prize–winning novel All the Light We Cannot See primarily tells the story of two characters whose lives intersect during WWII. One of the main characters––maybe the main character––is a sixteen–year–old French girl named Marie–Laure. And in France, during WWII, she’s also blind.
The novel begins with these words in a chapter entitled, “Leaflets”: “At dusk they pour from the sky. They blow across the ramparts, turn cartwheels over rooftops, flutter into the ravines between houses. Entire streets swirl with them, flashing white against the cobbles: ‘Urgent message to the inhabitants of this town. Depart immediately to open country.’”
As you likely know, before American bombers would attack a city in France during WWII, many, many times they’d drop these leaflets to warn those innocently living there to “get out.” We did much to avoid civilian casualties during that war.
A few pages after that opening chapter, while this sixteen–year–old blind girl is separated from her family, Doerr writes this: “Marie–Laure LeBlanc stands alone in her bedroom smelling a leaflet she cannot read.”[1]
Blindness affects nearly everything. Sometimes those effects are more disastrous.
Our text today is about sight. Or the lack thereof.
Him they did not see on the road
Verse 13: That very day two of them were going to a village named Emmaus, about seven miles from Jerusalem.
If you don’t mind, rewind two weeks. On the first day of the week, at dawn, a number of the women went to Jesus’ tomb. They inexplicably found the stone rolled away (24:2). And when they went in the tomb, they did not find Jesus’ body (24:3). Then, two angels announced to these women, Why do you seek the living among the dead? He is not here, but has risen (24:5–6). They rush back to tell the disciples, though what they reported seemed to be an idle tale. Most of the disciples didn’t believe the women (24:11). True to character, however, intense Peter ran to the tomb.[2]
Nonetheless, all the evidence we have at this point is an empty tomb. There’s no body, beyond the rolled stone or elsewhere, meaning, no one’s seen Jesus walking around breathing just yet. In fact, it’s only been a few hours. Verse 13 says, that very day.[3] It’s probably still early afternoon on Easter Sunday.[4] On that afternoon, v. 13, two of them were going to a village named Emmaus, about seven miles from Jerusalem. Don’t forget that it was Passover week. And it’s possible these two were merely returning home after.[5]
These two were going to this village, v. 14: and they were talking with each other about all these things that had happened.[6] The language here points to a wide–ranging discussion where they bantered about the events of their eventful weekend.[7] Sometimes when we drive to Nashville or Sparta to see family, Julie and I may not have tons to talk about. She’s heard all my stories more than twice. But, after a holiday, like Thanksgiving or Christmas, we gab every mile of I–40. We’ve seen people we haven’t seen in a long time. It’s always eventful. And there’s plenty to say.
Consider these two. They were not named as belonging to the 12, but we’ll soon see they were indeed following Jesus in some sense. Passover weekend was always interesting, surely, but consider the garden arrest, the sham trial, and the public execution of this Man they’d been listening to, watching, and, maybe, beginning to trust. They walk together and rehash all the details.
And v. 15, while they were talking and discussing together. Let’s pause there. This word for discussing suggests the dialogue was likely emotional and charged.[8] They were trying to “figure out” what happened.[9] They’re not just objective historians detailing facts of the weekend, they’re flawed humans processing the disaster the weekend appeared to be.
Verse 15: While they were talking and discussing together, J[...]