Tell me, when you hear this teaching, do you hear a story of inclusion or exclusion? When I hear Jesus say: “I am the gate. Whoever enters by me will be saved, and will come in and go out and find pasture.” All I can think about is the people who don’t enter through the gate. What about the other sheep? What about those who are left behind?
Two men were travelling from Jerusalem to Emmaus. And as they moved farther and farther away – both in steps and hours – from all that had happened, they began to debrief it together. They went over everything: That triumphant entrance into Jerusalem, with the palm branches, and the donkey! The meal they all had shared once they arrived in the city, the dinner they thought was a celebration – not a goodbye.
Little did we know, a month and a half ago, that we were going to set out on a country-wide dramatic retelling of the Easter story. We’ve all had a little while to get into character now, and suddenly it’s our time to step onto the stage and play the part of the huddled and frightened followers, gathering in their locked home, anxious to leave, worried about what the future will hold.