Friday, December 6, 2013

11.12.13 Portrait of a Disciple - Zaccheus

This is my "Portrait of a Disciple" presentation of Zaccheus, one of Jesus' disciples:

             I was a totally different person back then.  Before I knew Jesus, before I knew his love…yeah, I was a pretty bad guy.  Back then, everyone knew who I was.  You could have called me “Mister Rich and Famous.”  But, I wasn’t famous for any particularly GOOD reason…in fact I probably could have been described as INFAMOUS.
            Ok, my name’s Zaccheus.  Before Jesus came into my life, I was a chief tax collector in Jericho.  AKA, I was an important guy.  I oversaw an entire division of tax collectors – they reported back to ME.  NOTHING went down that I didn’t know about.
Now this is what you need to get – tax collectors weren’t really loved back in my day.  While there might have been a few honest ones, we generally ripped people off…ok, straight up cheated them.  How you say?  Well, I was kind of like a…a SALESMAN, yeah…my paycheck came from commission.  So basically, if I didn’t charge a little extra money, it’d be hard for me to pay for the essential things in life…like my yacht and 7-car-garage house.  So, if someone owed a certain bit of money…I’d charge a little extra on top of that.

Now ok, I know this sounds bad, but before I met Jesus, before his love changed my life, I didn’t really feel bad about that sort of thing.

But yeah, it was a Tuesday I believe…someone said Jesus was passing through Jericho.  Now I had heard of Him before, but I had never saw Him up close.  I was trying to keep it a secret…but I REALLY wanted to meet Him!  I don’t know what it was, but just hearing how He talked to the rejects of society, that He loved them for absolutely NO good reason…I was drawn to Him.  I mean, how could you love someone who didn’t deserve it?  And, something ELSE I kept secret…I HATED who I was.  Yeah sure, they money was nice, but I just couldn’t live with myself any more.  But I felt like I was stuck.  There was nothing I could DO about it.  I was too deep.  Too far-gone.
Well anyway I heard He was coming.  If you haven’t noticed already, I’m a little bit on the shorter side (I don’t like to talk about that).  But I knew that even if I went near Jesus, there was no way I could have seen above the crowd.
So I decided to get to higher ground…and by that I mean climb a tree.  I don’t know if that’s normal thing for you guys, but people didn’t really do that back then.  But hey, I figured, people are already going to see me there, so why not get a good view.  I mean I REALLY wanted to see Jesus!
            When He was passing through, I was so excited!  As I was trying to make sense of the whole situation, He looked up at me in the tree and said, “Zaccheus, hurry and come down, for today I must stay at your house.”

            MY house!!  My house??  He was coming to MY house!  I had no idea why He picked me, but I got down and brought Him over.  (And how the heck did He know my name?)  I was dishonest.  I was a jerk.  Heck, I straight up ROBBED people.  But Jesus decided to eat with me!
            When He was over my house, He was talking, and He had His other disciples there, but it all became a blur…it was like one of those out of body experiences, and I just felt something overflowing out of my chest.  Like, my heart was growing warmer inside…and I knew what I had to do.
            I said it right there.  I think they were laughing about something when I said it, but I just blurted it out.  I confessed, “Lord, I will give half of my possessions to the poor, and if I have robbed anyone anything, I will give back four times as much.”  I’m telling you, when I finally verbalized that, wow, it felt like a weight was lifted off my shoulders.
            And Jesus, He had this look on Him…like He already knew I was going to say, and was just waiting for me to do it.
            He told me that today, salvation had come to my house.  He said that I was a Son of Abraham, even though I cheated all those people!  His love had completely transformed who I was, and I was forever changed.


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