by Bruce Brady @BDBrady007
I can’t believe it. The Messiah is in my neighborhood. I’ve got to
see what this man looks like. I mean, I’ve heard so much about him, he must be
10 feet tall or something.
Oh great. The street is already lined four or five deep with
people. And everyone is taller than I am. Even the kids. There must be a
way to get at least a glimpse of this man named Jesus.
Wait—I can climb that tree over there.
It’s a good thing the branches start near the ground or I wouldn’t
have been able to get up here.
What’s that? You want to have dinner at my house? You don’t know
how happy this makes me. Wait ‘til I tell everyone that you will be
dining at my house.
Jesus, I want to do whatever is necessary to become your friend.
I’ll give half my wealth to the poor. And if anyone thinks I’ve cheated them,
I’ll pay them four times what I took from them. I’m only interested in pleasing
you.
Zacchaeus, the man in our story, was so committed to building a
relationship with someone that he was willing to sacrifice much to accomplish
that goal. His desire to know Jesus became a top priority.
