By Fr. James E. Shea, C.Ss.R.
Dear Parishioners and Friends:
Years ago, before the age of the GPS, a man was traveling the back roads of another state. He was totally lost. He needed help. Just then he saw an elderly farmer hoeing potatoes in his garden. Our traveler decided to stop for directions. “Can you tell me how to get to route 61?” asked the traveler. “Nope,” drawled the farmer as he chewed on a piece of hay. “Well, then, do you know how far it is to the interstate?” The old man thought for a moment, then shook his head, saying, “Nope, can’t say that I do.”
So, the traveler continued his questioning by saying that he lost his sense of direction out in the country. “Which direction do I go to get to the town of Harrisonville?” Again the farmer just shook his head saying, “Sorry, sir. I never go there.”
Being totally disheartened, the traveler barked, “You are no help whatsoever!” You don’t know much of anything, do you?” The old farmer replied, “Well, sir, I have to agree with you. But there’s one thing I do know for sure. That is, ‘I’m not lost’.
As the two disciples headed down the dusty road to Emmaus, they appeared totally lost as well as disheartened. They had befriended Christ. Now Christ was dead. Their future seemed uncertain. Sadness and grief gripped their hearts. Then, along comes Jesus. Not knowing who He was, they begin retelling the events of the past few days.
Upon arriving home, the disciples followed the traditional Jewish custom of hospitality. They invited the Lord to supper. Then, at the breaking of the bread, they recognized Jesus. Immediately the sadness and grief dissolved. Their hearts leapt with joy.
We know that it was evening when the disciples invited Jesus to share supper with them. So then, we can rightly assume that it was dark outside when Jesus broke the bread. When Jesus disappeared the disciples were so excited that they raced out of the house and galloped those seven miles to tell the other disciples. Even though it was probably dark they raced back to their friends to share the good news.
We all welcome good news. We want to live in the spirit of good news. And when good news comes our way, we are excited to share it. However, our lives seem to be surrounded with bad news and sadness. We shop around for ways to escape the bleakness of life. Often times we are looking in all the wrong places.
The disciples have given us the key to happiness and good news. We will find it in the breaking of bread. We will find it in Jesus Christ. Sure, we can look elsewhere as many people do. We can look for happiness in spending our Sundays working or playing rather than going to Mass. We can search for happiness in buying more toys, or traveling to more places. We can make many excuses for not spending an hour with the Lord on Sunday. But we will never find the fullness of happiness until we make the commitment to visit the Lord. At the Eucharist, the Lord will break the bread. That’s when we will recognize the Lord. And that is when our lives will change. The choice is ours. We can be good news people or bad news people. The secret is in the breaking of the bread.
Today we celebrate the most wondrous act of God – the resurrection of his son, Jesus Christ. No one in the history of the world has ever risen from the dead, except Jesus Christ. Many religious leaders have tried to present themselves as having the absolute truth. Yet, not one of them predicted their resurrection and actually rose from the dead. The empty tomb is the Christian basis for believing in Jesus Christ.
The renowned scientist, Werner Von Braun, was a man of faith. When people tried to rationalize the death and resurrection of Christ, or the afterlife of the sould, he had this to say. “Science has found nothing that can disappear without a trace. Nature does not know extinction. All nature knows is transformation. If God applies this fundamental rule to the most insignificant part of this universe, surely it makes sense to assume that God applies it to the masterpiece of his creation, the human soul.
Everything science has taught me, and continues to teach me, strengthens my belief that there is spiritual existence after physical death.
In 1932 Tommy Dorsey was singing in church when the pastor handed him a telegram. It read, “Your wife just died.” Tommy discovered that she had died as she was giving birth to their first born son. Later that night, the baby died too. Tommy Dorsey buried his wife and infant son in the same casket. Then he fell apart. He felt God had handed him an injustice.
But one day he sat down at the piano and started playing a new melody. The words flowed out of him. Those words became the gospel song, “Precious Lord.” “Precious Lord, take my hand. Lead me on. Let me stand. I am tired. I am weak. I am worn. Through the storm, through the night lead me on to the light; Take my hand, precious Lord, lead me home.”
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Fr. Jim Shea, C.Ss.R.