Steven Furtick - Don't Let The Funeral Fool You
I want to give you this in obedience to the Holy Spirit. One time in college I was feeling like I wasn't worthy to worship the Lord, and we went into a meeting. Everybody was worshiping, and I felt so dry inside. The reason I felt dry was because of the things I was dealing with. I was dealing with some things that I thought made me unworthy to worship God. Three or four songs had gone by, and I couldn't lift my hands. They felt heavy. And I couldn't open my mouth because I felt like a hypocrite. Have you ever felt like that before? Just heavy with burdens or maybe the hypocrisy of the things you struggle with. So you kind of hesitate because you're heavy. You hesitate because you feel like a hypocrite. The Lord gave me something in that moment that really changed my life.
This has been over 25 years ago, but I still remember it. I was just trying to pray, and I was like, "Lord, I don't feel worthy to worship. I don't feel like I deserve to worship". It was as if the Holy Spirit whispered to me after I said, "I don't deserve to worship; I don't deserve it…" He said back, "So what? I do". That was a shift for me, because it went from what I deserve to what he deserves. If you can just make that shift… I know we're moving into that time of the year where everybody is preaching at you about an attitude of gratitude. How are you supposed to be grateful when you have to be with all of those people just a few days from now, and then see them again three weeks later at Christmas? You know, all the tension and the stress that we don't mention.
Okay. Y'all are going to fake me out in church today like you're looking forward to seeing everybody. Even just the stress of the season can put you in a place of pressure, and maybe even the unfulfilled potential of the year where you feel like, "Man! I fell short of so many things". None of that changes what God is worthy of. So, even if you don't feel grateful, gratitude can be a focus before it's a feeling. That would be so powerful for you to get, if you would get that at age 16. Nothing you ever do changes how worthy God is. So, the heavier your hands feel, lift them higher. That's called a sacrifice of praise.
When you feel like you're a hypocrite, reach out for him. He's righteous. He's holy. You've never needed him more than you need him in those moments. You didn't even make it to church. You're at home watching this. Lift your hands and scare your roommate and tell them, "God is worthy of my praise". Clap those same hands. "He's worthy of my praise". Just like you want to slap the Devil, clap those hands, because he's still worthy of all your praise. High-five seven people and say, "He's so worthy". He deserves it. When you've given out all of your high-fives, clap your hands for Jesus one more time. I love my job. I get to encourage you and speak truth to you. Today, we are going to encounter a very interesting story in Scripture. It may be one of the weirdest things Jesus ever did, and it comes toward the very end of his earthly ministry.
Now, notice I said earthly ministry, because he's still ministering. Jesus didn't stop healing when he went to heaven. Jesus didn't stop saving when he went to heaven. Jesus didn't stop delivering and breaking chains and making ways when he went to heaven. In fact, he said one time, "If I leave, greater things will be possible because of the Holy Spirit who I will send in my name". After Jesus was resurrected from the dead, on the day he got up from the grave, he did something so strange, and I want to share it with you today. It's found in Luke 24:13-35. We won't read all of that, but I wanted to give you the homework as well, because when the sermon is over, then you can begin to live it out.
Luke 24:13: "Now that same day two of them were going to a village called Emmaus, about seven miles from Jerusalem. They were talking with each other about everything that had happened. As they talked and discussed these things with each other, Jesus himself came up and walked along with them…" Tell your neighbor, "You can't see him, but he's with me". Tell them again. "Be nice to me. Jesus is with me today. He was with me in the car when I was cussing people out getting into the parking lot. He'll be with me when I leave". Just because you're not aware doesn't mean he's not there.
Now remember that on Thursday around the table. Jesus slipped up beside them. It says in verse 16, "…but they were kept from recognizing him". Wow. You would think they would know who Jesus was at this point. He's a very important public figure. He has just been the central character of a targeted investigation, which led to his execution in the most public space possible in front of thousands. They were kept from recognizing him. He asked them, "What are y'all talking about"? (Jesus said, "Y'all". Jesus was very Southern in his Saviorness.) "'What are you discussing together as you walk along?' They stood still, their faces downcast".
Now we see how sad they really are about the fact that Jesus was crucified. "They stood still, their faces downcast. One of them, named Cleopas, asked him, 'Are you the only one visiting Jerusalem who does not know the things that have happened there in these days?' 'What things?' he asked". Jesus is just so cool. "What things"? They're talking about the things he just went through, and he's pretending like he doesn't know about it. "What things"? "About Jesus of Nazareth…" He is who they're talking about, and they don't know him. "'About Jesus of Nazareth,' they replied. 'He was a prophet, powerful in word and deed before God and all the people. The chief priests and our rulers handed him over to be sentenced to death, and they crucified him; but we had hoped that he was the one who was going to redeem Israel. And what is more, it is the third day since all this took place. In addition, some of our women amazed us. They went to the tomb early this morning but didn't find his body.'"
Can you hear just a hint of irony in this narrative? They didn't find his body. I wonder what that means. "They came and told us that they had seen a vision of angels, who said he was alive. Then some of our companions went to the tomb and found it just as the women had said, but they did not see Jesus". Wait. Who didn't see Jesus? Them or you? Because he's right here with you, but you don't see him for who he is. This next verse might sound harsh, but it came from Jesus, so take it up with him. This is my central two-verse Scripture for today. "He said to them, 'How foolish you are, and how slow to believe all that the prophets have spoken! Did not the Messiah have to suffer these things and then enter his glory?'"
I want to give you a word today. Turn to your neighbor and say, "I know you've lost some things. I know it looks like it's over". Now here's the word. Tell them, "Don't let the funeral fool you". This is the word of the Lord. Don't let the funeral fool you. I don't know who this is for, but don't let the funeral fool you. No matter how much you've cried, Christ is alive. What a message for Christmas season. Immanuel is still with us. Don't let the funeral fool you. We've all had experiences, literally, if not metaphorically, of funerals that were disingenuous with good intentions.
When I say "disingenuous with good intentions," I'm simply saying that what they say about the person after they're dead has very little resemblance to how they felt about them when they were alive. You know that's true. We've all been to that funeral where we wanted to check in the casket and wonder, "Is this the same person you hated so much whom you just spoke so eloquently about"? I understand that in a season that brings up memories of those we love and have lost, even using the word funeral might locate you in a dark place, but I don't mean for it to. The truth of the matter is everybody in here is going through a funeral of some kind. We are not just saying goodbye to people in our lives, but sometimes we're saying goodbye to seasons we love.
I try to be attentive to the season I'm preaching in, and the leaves that were falling from all of the trees this week reminded me that the branches will soon be bare, but not forever. It reminded me of the cyclical nature of the things we come to depend on in our lives and that those trees that are naked now will come to be covered again. Just take this in for a moment. I want to start slowly, because I want to get you to understand that sometimes you rush right past the revelation God wants to give you because you only recognize what is being taken away. So, in the spirit of full disclosure, when my dad went to be with the Lord about 10 years ago, it was at the end of a very difficult season of us relating to one another, but my mom stepped in and did the right thing and took care of him until he died. He was suffering from ALS, and it was a very brutal death.
Now, I would love to tell you that I was an amazing son through all of this. And I was the best son I could have been then, but I've grown now. Looking back on the path our relationship traveled, I'm pretty sure there are many things I could have done better, yet I refuse to stay imprisoned in the regret of what I could have done differently. I would rather move forward with the lessons I learned for the rest of my life. One of the things my dad kept saying over and over again when we were fighting and couldn't get along… He kept saying, "It can't end like this," and I felt him on that. You know, "It can't end like this. It can't end with us estranged". And it didn't.
I often tell the story about the craziest thing that ever happened to me. I was preaching the 9:30 service. I used to preach three times on the weekend…Saturday night, 9:30, and 11:30. After I finished the 9:30, something told me to go see my dad. Now, this was so out of the ordinary for me. Josh can tell you. When I told him, "I'm leaving now," he said, "You're leaving? It's only 9:30. You still have the 11:30". I said, "Run back the 9:30 at the 11:30. I'm supposed to go see my dad". He said, "Okay". When we went to my dad's house, it was as if God had perfectly timed it, because he was lying in the bed… Now, he could still speak at this point. He hadn't lost his ability to think or speak. He could still say a lot of stuff, good stuff and bad stuff.
When I walked in, he was watching me step up to the stage to preach, and he was so confused by that, because he said, "Wait. How are you here and there"? I said, "The Internet, Dad. It's called the Internet. It's the one I preached before". He said, "But you're there and you're here". I said, "I know it's confusing. I decided to leave early to come watch the sermon with you". I couldn't have known… There's no way I could have known that when I left him that day, after watching myself preach with him while I was supposed to be preaching somewhere else, I would get a call at midnight from my mom, saying, "You need to come if you're coming. Hospice said he only has a few more hours". He hung on for days after that. I'm telling you this story, and I don't really want to tell it to you, but I feel like it might help somebody, because I think about how it could have ended had my mom not forgiven him.
I think about how it could have ended had we not dropped our pride and come together for a purpose. I think about what the last conversation with him could have been, because I had no idea it was the last one. But I'm thankful that the last time we talked it was me obeying God to come and preach the best sermon I ever preached that nobody heard, which was a message of reconciliation that happened after a time of great strain. I never got to speak to him again. I got to be by his side when he died several days later, because he completely faked us out and acted like he had a few hours, and he stayed around a few days. I sang so many hymns to him, I ran out of songs about God and had to start singing Tom Petty and Hootie & the Blowfish and everything I knew on the guitar. But it took me back.
I want to get to this passage in just a moment, but I felt compelled to frame it, first of all, from a relational frame, because at the beginning of all of my difficulties with my dad… How many of you have a relational tension in your life right now that will surface around this time of year? When it all began with my dad, I spoke with a very wise friend. I was afraid of how it would end. We're going to talk about that…how it will end. I was so afraid of how it would end in that moment. I didn't know if my dad would kill himself. He had threatened that. I didn't know if he wouldn't speak to us. That was certainly a possibility.
My wise friend said something to me that I've lived by ever since. He said, "Steven, you can't control the outcome of his decisions, but you can adjust your expectations in this situation". He said, "I know your dad is still living, but you need to have a funeral for your expectations. You keep expecting him to act a certain way, and every time he doesn't act that way, you lose your faith. You keep expecting him to act a certain way, and every time you put your picture of how he is supposed to be and how this is supposed to be on a pedestal… Every time you elevate that, you set yourself up to be let down. You are let down over and over and over again because of your expectations of the relationship". So he said, "Have a funeral for your expectations".
Then, when I had a physical funeral for my dad years later, there had already been a funeral before the funeral for the expectation of what I thought he should do. I found out when you have a funeral for your expectations, God replaces them with grace. When you have a funeral for your expectations of how your kids need to turn out, God will give you grace to raise them and stop comparing to others. When you have a funeral for your expectations of where you're supposed to be at this point in your life, God will give you grace to accept where you are on the way to where you're going.
Every 34-year-old in this room is not created equal. Some of you will bloom late and your branches will reach wide, but it is having a funeral for the expectation of when the bloom needs to occur that allows the roots to grow down deep enough to sustain the structure that will accommodate the fruit. I'm trying to say that God is not through with you yet. God is not through pruning your branches yet, but every pruning process in the hands of the master gardener we call God is designed to produce fruit in the future that your eyes have not seen and your ears have not heard and it has not entered into your heart. "So, why would you preach about a funeral on Thanksgiving? Why, Pastor Steven, would you preach an Easter sermon a few weeks before Christmas"?
Because the Lord told me to. He told me that a lot of us in this room are like these two men in this passage, Cleopas and his buddy, who are leaving Jerusalem after the crucifixion of Jesus Christ, headed back home to a place called Emmaus. Emmaus is not a famous place. Emmaus is not even technically known by archaeologists today as to its exact location, but the thing about Emmaus I do understand for these two men is it's the only place they know to go. It's home for them. They're walking there, and they're talking as they walk about their deep disappointment in what didn't happen, their deep disappointment in what Jesus didn't do. There are a few honest people in this church who are not so concerned with showing you their halo that they will wave at me right now and say, "There are some things in my life that I am disappointed that haven't happened yet that were supposed to happen by now".
This is the situation in Luke 24 when, all of a sudden, a stranger begins to walk beside them. You say, "He wasn't a stranger. He was the Savior". Not as far as they knew. Not as far as they understood. You know how you think when God shows up in a situation it's going to be immediately obvious that it's him, because you already have an idea of what he's going to do when he shows up? "When God shows up, when God turns this around, I am going to know it, because I have a list of what he's supposed to do. When God does what he's supposed to do, I'll know it's him".
But suppose God knows what he is supposed to do better than you know what he's supposed to do. For everybody who struggles with jealousy, suppose God knows what you're supposed to have more than you know what you're supposed to have. For everybody who struggles with insecurity, suppose God knows what you're supposed to be good at more than you know what you're supposed to be good at. Suppose God knows what you don't need that you keep trying to create and fake like you have. Suppose God knows what schedule is supposed to be happening even as you stress over how far behind you feel. Suppose God brought you here today to have a funeral for the way you thought it was supposed to go. I know we're supposed to be thankful in this season, and I know we're supposed to be grateful, and I know we're supposed to eat macaroni, but what if before the macaroni…?
And I'm going to eat macaroni. I only eat macaroni twice a year. I'm going to start the day with Bojangles and Chick-fil-A biscuits. I'm going to have sweet. I'm going to have savory. I'm going to find a sour biscuit too. I'm going to eat every biscuit God ever made. Watch me work this thing. I'm going to have an 8,000-calorie day on Thursday, and I'm going to feel no shame about it. Y'all pray for me about 3:00 a.m. Friday morning, because you'll know I'm suffering the effects of all of my premeditated bad decisions, and I don't feel bad about it. (That had nothing to do with anything.) Suppose God knows before the situation happens the ends to which he intends to use it. I feel so anointed to tell somebody today you don't know how it's supposed to go. You don't, and you don't even know when it's over. The band helped me today, and they didn't even realize it.
We were singing a song that says, "That's why I owe you praise". Do y'all love that song that Chandler, Chris, Josh, and I wrote? Now listen. I wrote the song with them, but I was confused about when the song was over. As a matter of fact, there are so many different parts to that song I kept thinking it was time for me to preach, because it was the last song before the sermon. I kept getting ready to come out on the stage to preach. I was preparing what I was going to say. "Give him praise"! You know, whatever I was going to say. I was getting it ready, but every time I went to come out, they did another part. So I was like, "All right. I'll wait another 30 seconds," because I was fired up to get out here. "I'm ready to get going. I've been studying all week. I want to preach right now".
I get ready to come around the corner, and they start another part and another part and another part. They just kept on praising, and I just kept on waiting. Even though I wrote it, I didn't know when it was going to be over. I mean, technically, that's my song, but even in my own song, there was more to come that I did not know about while I was waiting backstage. I know it's your life, I know it's your marriage, and I know it's your business, but you don't get to say when it's over. You don't. You don't get to say when you're done giving. There was one man in Scripture who had so much stuff he decided to build bigger barns to accommodate all of his extra grain, but the Lord said, "You fool! This life you claim for your own will be demanded from you this very night. Then who will get what you have prepared"?
When you stop giving, you stop living. You don't get to tell God when you're done giving him your life. You don't get to tell God when you're done being generous. You don't get to tell God when you're done trusting people. You don't get to tell God when your heart is so broken you can't go on. These two men in the Scripture are leaving Jerusalem, leaving the place of Jesus' funeral, which is also the place of his resurrection, but they don't know that yet. It's the place of his death, but it's also the place of his greatest demonstration, but they don't know that yet.
I wonder what you don't know yet. I wonder what Jesus has already done that you don't even know yet. I wonder who he has already spoken to on your behalf that you don't know yet. I wonder who's moving to Charlotte right now to be your wife that you don't know about yet. I wonder about who he's moving out of their position in the job so you can have the job you've been praying for that you don't even know yet. I wonder who's moving out of that house so you can move in that you don't even know about yet. I wonder what he's preparing you to share at A.A. that somebody else needs to be set free that you don't even know about yet. I wonder what kids you're going to have on your knees one day that you don't even know about yet. I wonder what praise you're going to be giving him next November that you don't even know about yet. I just thought of something, y'all.
Let's give this November a name. Are you ready? They have "No-Shave November". How about "Don't-Know November"? I like it. It has a good ring to it. "Don't-Know November". They're telling you you're supposed to be thankful. "But how can I be thankful when I don't know how it's going to turn out"? Well, this is Don't-Know November. "How am I supposed to praise him in advance for a way that I don't know how he's going to make"? It's Don't-Know November. How are you supposed to praise him when you don't even know where the supply is going to come from? See, back in September I didn't praise him, but I'm in a different season now. This is Don't-Know November. This is "Don't know, but he's still worthy; he's working on it right now" November. I don't know.
Tell your neighbor, "I don't know". Watch this. Jesus walks up and walks with them even though they are headed in the wrong direction. That'll blow your mind. They are leaving Jerusalem at the very moment the resurrection is validated. I mean, this is the moment when they should be celebrating, and they're sad, because they don't believe. Jesus said that. I didn't. He said, "How foolish you are, and slow to believe all that was spoken about the Messiah, that he had to suffer first and then enter into his glory".
I remember when I first heard the sermon that I need to follow Jesus. I don't remember hearing the sermon where Jesus followed me. This is that sermon. This is that moment in your life, when you couldn't follow him any farther forward, when you couldn't hear his voice clearly and he followed you away from Jerusalem. Remember, he would tell the disciples to stay in Jerusalem, but when they strayed from where they were supposed to be staying in, he went with them. This is a different perspective on praise, because now I'm not praising God for all of the times I followed him, when I did what I was supposed to do, when I thought what I was supposed to think. I'm praising God for all of the times I went away and he followed me.
Now, they're going to clip this on the Internet. Somebody is going to say, "This is heresy to say that Jesus follows us. We don't have a God who follows us; we follow him". I understand that. I understand that he's God and we're not. I understand that it's his ways, not my ways. I understand all of that. I also understand I am not always fully capable of doing it right, and I need a Jesus who, when I don't follow him, says, "Fine, fool. I'll follow you. I'll follow you, and I'll talk with you, and I'll walk with you". Jesus says, "I'll even ask you questions I already know the answer to". "What things"? That's what Jesus said. He said, "You're talking about the things that have happened? What things? Fill me in".
Now we have a Savior who's worthy to be followed, a Savior who never needs to be filled in, following people who he's asking to fill him in. What is happening in this text? This is a complete reversal from the way we expect God to operate in our lives, yet all of the honest ones in this room will know the praise that hits the deepest is from the realization of all of the times when you were three miles away from Jerusalem, four miles away from Jerusalem, five miles away from Jerusalem. Some of you won't admit it, but you are just one more fight away from drinking again. Some of you won't admit it, but you are just one more fight away from leaving altogether. Some of you won't admit it, but you have been so close to going off the deep end. Oh, it would surprise everybody sitting around you if they knew, but it does not surprise the Savior, because he saw you walking away, and he made a way for him to be with you as you walked away.
I'm trying to say you're not too far gone. In fact, get ready. You're only one thought away from a praise. You're only one thought away from a breakthrough. You're only one thought away from joy, one thought away from a new beginning. I feel the Holy Spirit. I feel God setting somebody free from this funeral you've been having in your mind. You've been putting to death your expectation of grace because of your own mistakes, but I found out about a Savior, that no matter which direction I'm headed in… If I'm following him, that's great, but if he has to follow me, he'll do that too. So there will never be a day, there will never be a moment, there will never be a decision, there will never be a distinction, there will never be a dysfunction, there will never be a thing you will do… "What things"? There will never be an event that can separate you from the love of a Savior who will follow you when you can't follow him.
Now, if I had my preference, I would follow him always, but sometimes I'm a fool. Sometimes I'm too foolish to follow. What do you do when you've been too foolish to follow? What do you do when you know at least 51 percent of your kids' behavior is because of stuff they saw you do? Maybe I'll just go start my Thanksgiving early. It felt kind of cold when I said that. Notice the same Jesus who followed them confronted them. "Where are you going? Hey, where are you going? What are you talking about? What things? What things are you talking about"? Why are you talking about Jesus when you could talk to him? I think it's really important who you talk to when you are going through certain things.
How many of you can testify, either by positive or negative experience in your life, that who you talk to when you're going through things determines what you have left when you get done? The fact that at least they had each other was comforting to me…to talk to about their disappointment, to talk to about what was supposed to happen versus what actually did, to talk to. Who do you talk to when you're disappointed? I hope it's somebody besides yourself. You cannot keep your own counsel in seasons of chaos. I know you went to Duke. I don't care. This is Don't-Know November and Don't-Care Christmas. I don't care where you went to school. It doesn't say the men weren't educated. It says they were disappointed. Jesus, being in very nature God, who did not consider equality with God something to be grasped but made himself a servant, comes up alongside them and begins to speak with them. He says, "You're being foolish, because you thought the funeral was the end".
I want to show you a word from the Lord that came to me. I'm not preaching this text in order to give you all of the details of it. I actually preached seven weeks on this one story seven years ago, and that is all online for free. You can go watch all of the ways I took every single word of this text and tried to bring all of the meaning out of it that I could. But today, just as a backdrop, I want to tell you: Don't let the funeral fool you. Don't let this season of your life, this season of the relationship, this season of your struggle with the thing inside of yourself become a stop sign that causes you to quit growing and coming toward God.
So then, if we were to make this on the screen and I were to tell you, "Don't let the funeral fool you…" First, I want to show you in the Scripture what happened after Jesus followed these boys, because this is the best part. He asked, "What things"? and they said, "About Jesus of Nazareth". I love this part when he said, "How foolish you are," and then he said, "You're slow to believe". "'Did not the Messiah have to suffer these things and then enter his glory?' And beginning with Moses and all the Prophets, he explained to them what was said in all the Scriptures concerning himself".
So, Jesus told them about Jesus. Forget what you heard. Forget what you thought. Forget the fact that you were taught that God will only be with you if you're following him faithfully. Forget what you heard. Forget what you thought. Forget what you told yourself at the funeral. Forget the story you have been telling yourself. When Jesus died, it was a part of the story. Things happen in our lives that become a part of our story, and we can't change those. You step outside of your integrity, and now you realize, "This changed my story forever". Jesus didn't step outside of his integrity. The people who killed him did. He did it. But now, even their sin became a part of the story. It was the part of the story that was the most redemptive, but it was the hardest to recognize as redemptive.
The part of the gospel story where our sin was being paid for was the part of the story that discouraged these men and made them want to walk away. In other words, the moment Jesus was dying he was doing the most. When he was teaching, that was good. When he was healing, that was good. When he was opening blind eyes, that was good. When he was raising Lazarus, that was good. But when he was dying, it wasn't just a good thing; it was the thing. That was the thing he came to do. While he was doing the thing he came to do, they were interpreting the thing that would bring them redemption as being the thing that made it all worthless. When you are hurting, your interpretations become distorted. When you are hurting, your interpretations cannot be trusted. When you are hurting, you will see the best thing as the worst thing. When you are hurting, you will be attracted to unhealthy people who will enable you rather than healthy friends who can help heal you.
When you are hurting, you will run to things that will numb you rather than running to things that can set you free. When you are hurting, your interpretation of events cannot be trusted. That's when we need Jesus. I need Jesus to walk with me. I need Jesus to wake up with me. I need Jesus to lie down beside me when I lie down and I'm tossing and turning about the storms I'm facing. I need Jesus to help me know which door is him, because not every open door is God. I need Jesus to let me know which calls to pick up. I need Jesus to let me know which text to send. I'm trying to say that I need him every hour.
Let me tell you a story before I break this all the way down in the Scripture. Graham, I didn't ask permission, so I ask for future forgiveness for telling this story. He was fussing at us the other day because we were leaving and we had just left for tour, but we needed to leave and get a few days away after tour to recover. Graham said something very funny. He's 17 years old now, but he said, "I still need parents"! You would think he would be happy we were going out of town, but he is such a good kid. There's nothing he wanted to do that he couldn't do when we were there, and he wanted parents. Holly said, "You have parents. We flew you out for four days of tour, and you had all of your friends over this weekend, and we were here the whole time. We're just leaving for three days". He said, "Well, I don't need you on the weekend".
What a phrase. What a confession. "I don't need you on the weekend. I just need you when I want you. I just need you when it's convenient". I'm not saying he's a bad kid. He's a great kid. But what if that's our attitude toward God? What if we need him for all of it? What if we need him for every single bit of it? What if he wants to be in all of it? What if God is waiting for you to pray his presence into your panic attack? What if he wants to be in that with you too? What if he will follow you down an Emmaus road, going the wrong way, when you say, "I'm spiraling out of control here, God. I'm spiraling out of control again, and I'm tempted to sabotage because I'm spiraling".
What if Jesus is just waiting to be more than your weekday Savior, more than just the one you need when things go wrong? The Bible says he began to expound everything that was in the Scriptures concerning himself. That would be an amazing sermon. It would take two or three hours to walk these seven miles, because it said it was a seven-mile road. So, over the course of two or three hours, this man gives a whole series where he tells them who he is, and they still don't get it. That's the irony of the text. "As they approached the village to which they were going, Jesus continued on as if he were going farther". Key words: as if. You ask, "Why would Jesus continue on as if he were going farther"? Because sometimes God delights to be invited.
You say, "Well, isn't he present everywhere"? Yeah, but he permeates you when you ask him to. He's present, but he permeates when you give permission. Watch this. This is more than just hospitality, y'all. He acted like he was going farther. He was like, "Well, good chat. I hope you learned something". They still don't know it's Jesus. How do they not know it's Jesus? They're still at the funeral. He's supposed to be in the ground. They don't believe the angel. They don't believe the report. They don't believe the women. They don't believe what they heard, and they can't even believe what they're seeing. They don't recognize him. "But they urged him strongly, 'Stay with us, for it is nearly evening; the day is almost over.' So he went in to stay with them".
My favorite thing about the text is not even that he followed them going the wrong way down the road. My favorite thing about the text is not even that he gave them an amazing summary, an entire semester's worth of education in how he was the rock in the wilderness, how he was the rod of Aaron, how he fulfilled everything Moses spoke of, and how he was the cloud by day and the fire by night. Not only do I love the fact that he talked to them along the way, I love verses 30 and 31, because once he got inside the house with them… The Bible says, "When he was at the table with them, he took bread, gave thanks…" He took a Bojangles biscuit. "…gave thanks, broke it and began to give it to them". Everybody shout this word: "Then…" Then, and only then. "You mean they heard a master's-level class from the Master and they still didn't get it"? No. Then, and only then… After the bread had been broken, then their eyes were opened.
I'll say it again in case there has been a breaking in your life lately. After the bread had been broken, then their eyes were opened, but not before the bread had been broken. Not when he spoke it…when he broke it. Something about the breaking of the bread helped them to see who he really was. Now they realized he wasn't just killed on the cross; he gave his life on the cross. He wasn't just hung there by humans; he was sent there by God. He wasn't just dying physically; he was paying the price spiritually. It was only after the breaking that the revelation came. There are some revelations that only come after the breaking. They don't come before; they only come after. They don't come before you go through; they only come after. But for everybody who has been broken lately, I have good news. After the breaking comes an opening. May your eyes be opened. May your ears be opened. May your road be opened. May your Red Sea part.
Say it out loud. "This is not the end". Give God praise for it. This is not the end. For a moment, it looked like it was over, but this is not the end. Say it to your neighbor. "This is not the end". Tell them, "You can do better than him anyway". This is not the end. Tell them, "You were bigger than that place anyway". This is not the end. It wasn't ready for you anyway. This is not the end. You couldn't handle it back then, but this is not the end. I'm going to bring this thing full circle today for somebody who has been standing at a funeral and weeping over a loss, weeping over a regret, weeping over a mistake, punishing yourself over a mistake, and saying and thinking that this is the end.
The Enemy has been telling you, "This is the end. You will never recover from this. Nobody will ever love you after this. There is no way back from this. You cannot climb out of this. You cannot recover from this. There is no redemption in this. There is no light coming. There is no help coming". For everybody who the Enemy has been telling, "It's the end," give me verse 31, please. "Then…" The Lord spoke to me and said, "This is not the end". There's going to be a then. Do you hear me today? I can't put my faith on this word for you. I can preach it, but it's going to take your faith. There's going to be a then. "Then their eyes were opened".
There's going to be a then. Laid down in grief, then got up with the keys. There's going to be a then! When God gets finished with this, it won't be a funeral; it will be a celebration day! Shout now like it's already then! You get to make the decision now what's on the other side of then. "They left me, then I went into isolation and died alone" or "They left me, then I went to work on what was inside of me that made me feel like I wasn't a person without him". "It got so bad we could barely speak, but then I slapped him, cussed him out, and spit in his face" or "Then I decided I would try to find a way in that didn't involve my ego, which was too big to fit through the door, and then…"
You can't die in this, because there will be a then. Holly was talking to me the other day, and I was telling her something, such a sad story, like Cleopas and his companion, about the sad things that had happened. And they were real. Y'all, we must say they were disappointed and devastated because of real-life events. It wasn't that that didn't happen; it was just that the then was in progress. "Then their eyes were opened," when he broke the bread. Only what is broken can be really blessed. So, after the breaking, expect a revelation. After I got done telling Holly my story, she said, "Yeah, but then…" Because I was going through a part of our history where somebody had really hurt us. I mean, really hurt us. She said, "Yeah, but then…" She told me the thing that happened after they hurt us that wouldn't have happened if they didn't. Just when she reminded me of that, she said, "But then it gave me faith for my future".
I realized that just like farmers plant seeds and don't cry about losing them, there are certain things in your life and in my life that are waiting for the appropriate time to come forth. Don't let the funeral fool you. You keep saying, "This is it. This is the end". It's not the end. It's just pre-then. One day, maybe you'll be talking to somebody and you'll say, "I was about ready to give up, but then…" I think the real skill of living is to be able to trust God enough that you leave the then with him. Maybe what was most significant about the bread was not just the fact that he broke it but whose hands it was in. Jesus was supposed to be the guest. What is he doing serving the bread? It is the moment you let him take over that you see who he really is.
So, I thought with everyone standing across every location… This is one of the most anointed moments I've preached all year. I don't know if you can feel it or not, and you don't have to feel it. Even if all you feel is grief, don't let the funeral fool you. There will be a then, and you get to make a decision about this then. When you are relaying this story in the future, do you want to tell about the time you were walking away from God down a road called Emmaus seven miles and kept going, and you stayed home because you were disappointed, or do you want to talk about how the bread was broken and then your eyes were opened?
Watch verse 32. I have to give you this. It says they recognized him in the breaking of the bread. "They asked each other, 'Were not our hearts burning within us while he talked with us on the road and opened the Scriptures to us?' They got up and returned at once to Jerusalem". Where they were supposed to be all along. I believe God is calling some of you back to where you belong today, back to the kind of person you really are, back to the kind of hope you really possess, back to the role you occupy so brilliantly with integrity when your faith is engaged. They went back to Jerusalem. "There they found the Eleven and those with them, assembled together…"
Isn't it crazy how God already had the party getting started while they were still in the funeral? Don't let the funeral fool you. You might miss the party. There was a prayer meeting happening in Jerusalem. Verse 34 says they said, "'It is true! The Lord has risen and has appeared to Simon.' Then the two told what had happened on the way, and how Jesus was recognized by them when he broke the bread". Then. This is your then, baby. This is your then. You will even be grateful for the breaking if you put it in his hands. I want to pray for you. I started this sermon saying we have to have a funeral for our expectations, a funeral for the way we thought things would turn out, a funeral for the way we thought people should appreciate us, a funeral for our path that we thought we would be on at this point in our life, but don't have the funeral and bury your faith.
Have the funeral for your expectations and watch God resurrect your faith. I am trading my expectation of others for faith in God to let me know there is a then and it's in his hands. Put your hands like this, like you're receiving something from somebody you trust. Just tell the Lord, "It's in your hands". That is what is significant about the breaking bread in Luke 24. That is what's significant about your future. That is what is significant about this moment. It's in his hands.
So now, Father, I place these people I've preached this message to into your hands, the one who was handed over for death but rose again in life. In your hands are the keys of death, hell, and the grave. God, today, whatever it is we need to let go of in order to go forward, we do that now. We might have to do it a hundred times again today, but that's all right, because we have learned the difference between the end and a next step waiting to happen. So, we stand before you today with empty hands and full hearts. I want to thank you for the person you met today on the road away from you. I want to thank you for the person today who was running full speed from your love, but you tracked them down. I want to thank you today for the person whose eyes were opened to see your presence in their life. "Oh, that's how God is working. Oh, that's how God is moving. Oh, that's how it's coming to pass. Oh, this is where God wanted me to be. Oh, this is what God is wanting me to learn". I thank you for this, and I thank you for then.