Hello St. Francis,
So, over the past few years I have spent a bunch of time reflecting on the Gospel of the Road to Emmaus that we will hear this weekend. I was pretty sure I covered it from every conceivable angle. But, as Scripture tends to do, a new thought entered my mind. In case you did not know, I am the proud father of two incredible children. I remember people telling me before they were born how difficult being a parent is. I thought I understood until I actually became a parent. Don't get me wrong, being a parent is the most amazing and rewarding thing in my life, but that doesn't mean it is simple. I think I have boiled down what makes it difficult to a few things, one of which I want to talk to you about this week.
I know that it is true for me and I assume that most parents feel the same way, if we could, we would try to take away all of the things in our children's lives that would cause pain. As a parent, the concept of trial and error and "let them figure it out for themselves" with your kids is so difficult. I mean, who wants to see their children struggle. If it were up to me, I would download all of the stupid mistakes I made and all of the experience I have gained over the course of my life directly into my kids. I want them to have the answers and, maybe selfishly, I don't want them to struggle with the questions.
So this brings me to Emmaus. Here is the point. Why didn't Jesus just tell them who he was? Why did he go through the entire dissertation? Why not just download the faith they needed to see into their minds and hearts? Why the struggle?
It occurs to me that the really solid foundations in my life were developed over time when I eventually came to my own revelation, in my own time. Jesus knew that the impact of this moment could only be realized on their time...not his. He recognized that just telling them who he was, just giving them the answer would not profoundly change their lives the way that it did when they came to the understanding on their own. He was patient, he let them reflect, contemplate, just be. In the end, their eyes were opened as much by their own epiphany as by the breaking of the bread.
And so it is with us. I think sometimes we seek the answers so quickly, we may forget the profound nature of the question. When I wish for my children not to have to grind over the questions that I had to, I do not offer them the same power in the decision that they make. Of course we want life to be simple, and 1+1 will always still equal 2, but, in our struggle, with patience and perseverance, we too can recognize Jesus, we too can be transformed by the miracle of the epiphanies in our life that can only come with time.
Processional - Standin On The Promises
Psalm - 16 Keep Me Safe
Offertory - Bless That Wonderful Name
Communion - In The Breaking of the Bread
Meditation - Worthy Is The Lamb
Recessional - Rejoice