On the Road to Emmaus

In the Wizard of Oz, the dramatic tension breaks when Toto pulls back the curtain to reveal a rather stodgy old man behind all the pyrotechnics and bluster. None of it had been real. The shivering dread of the Wizard melted and immediately turned into recriminations, but after some explanations turned into familiar friendship. With no more curtain there was no more distance, no more show, no more uncertainty.

I fear too many Christians have a Wizard of Oz relationship with Christ. He's not a real figure to them-- if anything, maybe just a scary voice in their heads, perhaps projecting from a lifeless representation hanging on a cross screwed to a wall, assumed to be infused with ultimate, frightening, cosmic power (but really, who knows?). But what about the real Jesus, you know, that guy walking on the road to Emmaus with a couple of disciples on a Sunday afternoon? Or what about that fellow making breakfast for his buddies after a morning of fishing? Or the reality of the old hymn:

And He walks with me,
And He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own.
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known?

We presume a lot in the American church. We go to altars with tears and foreboding, confess all that's not right with us (at least in summary form), invite Jesus into our hearts, and then press cruise control and go on with life, eternal life insurance now safely in hand. I don't know how we convince ourselves that all this works, when the first time God gets a little too close and a little too real, we're scared witless and want to run away.

Let revival break out, let Ichabod be replaced by Ebenezer, and those who worship brass saviors on sticks will howl the loudest about emotionalism and excess. We have a real God, not a fake wizard. He was dead, but is no longer. Although we remember him until he comes again, he is not relegated to live only in our memories. We ought to be walking with him and talking with him now, actually.

Should we not be as excited as the first disciples were to see him alive again, to know that the passion wasn't the end, but only the beginning? I see no reason that we should not be as excited, enthused, and passionate about walking with Jesus and knowing him intimately as were they. Does knowing Jesus, the King of Glory thrill your heart and capture your imagination? If not, personal revival is sorely needed.

Thankfully, can be found somewhere along the road to Emmaus.