“That same day two of Jesus’ followers were walking to the village of Emmaus, seven miles from Jerusalem. 14 As they walked along they were talking about everything that had happened. 15 As they talked and discussed these things, Jesus himself suddenly came and began walking with them.”
Luke 24:13-14, NLT
“Then those who feared the Lord spoke with each other, and the Lord listened to what they said. In his presence, a scroll of remembrance was written to record the names of those who feared him and always thought about the honor of his name.”
These verses compliment each other. The disciples were walking and talking, each situation creating a supernatural moment. We can involve the Holy Spirit of God listening to us conversing with each other; it seems He wants to be involved when we talk about Jesus with each other. In Malachi, we see a “scroll of remembrance” being written. And in Luke’s account, the resurrected Jesus shows up himself.
The disciples are not named in either account. It seems God enjoys reaching out to ‘no-namers’— the obscure and the anonymous. I suppose this might mean that we are all equally important or significant. But the Lord himself decides that. What we do and say really does matter in the ‘heavens.’ If and when we speak of Him, it is noted and sometimes even focused upon by God. We are being, in a sense, ‘recorded.’
The mundane becomes special when He is the topic of conversation.
There are few casual words when He is the subject of discussion. When we speak of him truly, we should realize we are being recorded. In a sense, there is someone listening to what we say. And it matters.
Malachi tells us of ‘the fear of the Lord.’ I suppose this phrase means that we have an esteem or reverence of God’s place in our lives. But fear can also mean ‘awe’ at His presence. When we speak of Him perhaps we should tremble a bit, knowing that our Creator and Judge is incredibly present.
I suppose that this kind of ‘monitoring’ should make us hyper-aware of his presence. We can do nothing without his awareness. But we love anonymity, and the false idea we are not heard. Perhaps we believe that we are not significant enough to warrant such detection. But we are. What we say is being recorded in heaven.
I want to leave you with this idea.