A Little Man
Named Zaccheus
Luke 19:1-10
Zaccheus was a
publican -- in fact, he was chief among the publicans, and he was rich. But
Zaccheus was not a happy man. He knew the people despised and hated him because
he collected taxes for the Romans and also because he overtaxed them. He knew that the Romans also despised him because
he was a Jew and they were not lovers of his people. Zaccheus, knowing all this,
had an inferiority complex. The fact that he was short of stature only added to
those feelings. Perhaps all his life he had been laughed at and made the butt
of jokes because of his size. It could
be that he tried to compensate for this complex by adding to his income in the
belief that if he could make a pile of money, he could do whatever he wanted
and people would respect him because of his wealth. So often, we delude ourselves by trying to find easy solutions to difficult
problems. But wealth had not made him happy for the problem remained within him.
Jesus knew the real Zaccheus -- deep down inside. He could see his true
desires and needs, and thus He determined to talk to him, and help him with his
most difficult problem. How often we ourselves miss solutions to our problems
by failing to go to the Lord to seek His help and humbly accept what He
prescribes. Jesus knows where you and I are at this moment, in the depths of
our being. He knows not only what we are
doing and where we are going, but He knows our potential as well, but do we? Do
we really want to reach God’s goal for our life? Do we want to make our
contribution? Are we really longing for fulfillment and true peace? Do we really know who we are? We can, but not
by putting on a front to make others believe we are what we are not. We can
deceive some people, but not God.
One thing we must
know -- that God loves us despite our sin, pretense and selfishness. This is
the good news of the Gospel; that God loved us while we were yet sinners, and
this explains the full meaning of the Cross, on which Jesus Christ tasted death
for every human being. He died that we might be forgiven and delivered from the
power of sin and death and have eternal life.
Jesus was perfectly satisfied that you and I were worth dying for. He
took the punishment which we deserved that He did not. It is at the Cross that
we find forgiveness, freedom -- and it is there that we become children of God.
When Zaccheus
heard Jesus was coming to
“Zaccheus, come down, for I am coming to
visit your house,” said Jesus. These words must have shaken Zaccheus from
the top of his head to the soles of his feet. Why would the Master wish to be
his guest when Jesus knew that he was hated by all? But the words of Jesus
reached deep into his being, touching a chord, which had remained untouched all
his life, but now vibrated with a strange and wonderful sound. Suddenly, Jesus words
opened up to Zaccheus a new and incredible panorama -- a portent of incredible
things to come. Just think -- Jesus
was going to be a guest at the house of the despised publican! Zaccheus’ response to Jesus came from the depth
of his soul – “Lord you can have me.”
Quickly he climbed down from the tree, and amid the astonished crowd welcomed
Jesus to his house joyfully. Then an amazing thing took place. A complete
reversal of Zaccheus’ personality took place! He was no longer the cunning,
selfish, greedy tax collector. The old Zaccheus was gone forever. He was
transformed. Paul would later describe this phenomenon in these words: “old things are done away and all things have
become new” through the love and acceptance of Jesus.
The Scriptures
declare that Zaccheus not only made restitution for his crooked ways, but he repaid
them four times as much as he had taken from them. This was true conversion, true repentance. It meant a willingness
to turn away from what he knew to be wrong and begin a new life of doing that
which was right. Jesus summed it up by
saying, “This day salvation has come to
this house.”
When we receive Jesus
as Lord and Master of our life, we become a man or woman of God ~ is there a
greater joy? G. Boccaccio