Read Luke 24:1-49

My husband, Keith, grew up on a farm on a dead-end road. There’s a sign by the end of the driveway warning ‘no outlet,’ and yet, car after car proceeds past it only to turn around when they realize the warning was, indeed, true.

Why do we insist on checking out all the possibilities only to find them dead ends?

Here’s a deeper question. Why are we prone to look for the living among the dead?

We knock on wood.

We hope for the best.

We dig deep within ourselves.

We consult all of the voices of wisdom at our fingertips.

And we find ourselves back at square one. Out of luck. Living far from the ‘best.’ Exhausted. Misguided, or worse yet, deceived.

Since the moment I first read it, the imagery of Psalm 115 has captured my mind and heart. We read:

“idols are silver and gold, made by human hands. They have mouths, but cannot speak, eyes, but cannot see. They have ears, but cannot hear, noses, but cannot smell. They have hands, but cannot feel, feet, but cannot walk, nor can they utter a sound with their throats. Those who make them will be like them, and so will all who trust in them.”

Dead.

All that we erect in our hearts and all that we bow down to rooted in ourselves and the world is dead.

There’s no help there.

No salvation.

No rest.

No hope.

But…

the resurrected Jesus showed himself to a couple of dead souls walking down a road. They were sad. Disappointed. Jesus had been their hope of a better present and future and they believed He was dead.

And Jesus did what he always does. He revealed himself as they could take Him in. He gave them some history. Some reasons why they might want to look His way. And then, when they got to their destination, He kept walking.

“Wait, please come in and stay with us!”

And He did.

Jesus, our living Savior, wants to be invited in to stay.

“Look at me. I stand at the door. I knock. If you hear me call and open the door, I’ll come right in and sit down to supper with you.”

Revelation 3:20

Our God is alive, relational, present, listening, speaking, tasting, seeing, and more! Oh, how I want to be like Him.

Do you?

Shelly Eberly