One
of the blessings of having gone to Catholic grade school was to learn about Gospel
stories such as this one – the story of Zacchaeus. I still remember it pretty vividly, from
maybe fourth or fifth grade, this story that resonates, I think, with young
people, with little people. I still
remember some of the words of the song we learned, which went something like
this -
There
was a man in Jericho called Zacchaeus
There was a man in Jericho called
Zacchaeus
Now Zacchaeus, he couldn’t see,
So he climbed a sycamore tree,
Til the Lord said “Zacchaeus, come
on down”
It’s
a vivid picture, huh? I mean this short
little dude, jumping up and down trying to see over the crowd gathering as
Jesus would soon be passing by.
Zacchaeus had to have known something about the Lord, had to have heard
of Him, maybe from his fellow tax-collector Matthew, now one of His apostles.
And there must have been some charisma, something incredibly attractive, about
the Lord, that so many would gather to catch a glimpse of Him.
And
somehow, Zacchaeus must have wanted to know more, to find out what this Jesus
fellow was all about. Something must
have been missing in his life, not quite right in his life. His riches weren’t fulfilling. He had to have been feeling torn and I would
guess anxious. His loyalty to the God of
Abraham on one hand, his quite lucrative profession on the other hand. A tax collector, a collaborator of the hated
Romans, which made his the scorn of everyone in Jericho.
So
he climbs this tree. This little,
well-dressed, wealthy man, up there in the tree. And the Lord stops. Speaks to him. To his heart.
Invites himself to come stay at this man’s house. This public sinner’s house.
And
Luke tells us Zacchaeus hurries down the tree to meet the Lord and welcome Him
to stay with him, welcomes Him into his home, his heart. And everyone grumbles – this man eats with
sinners.
A
captivating story, huh? Not completely
different than the parable Jesus told a few weeks ago about the prodigal
son. This passage, like the parable of
the prodigal, is a story of conversion, of repentance. And like that story,
with three main characters. In the
parable of the prodigal, we remember the father, the prodigal son, the
grumbling brother. In this passage,
there’s Zacchaeus, and the Lord, and the grumbling people.
And
like the parable of the prodigal, we’re invited, I think, to ask ourselves
which character we identify with, which we’re most like. Which we’re called to
be.
Perhaps
we identify with Zacchaeus. This man
with something missing in his life. Who
is already generous with his riches, as I read one commentator say. But knows there must be more. Knows deep down inside that he’s gotta
change, must turn away from his sin, must repent and be converted. A man who probably doesn’t love himself very
much, because of his sinfulness, his shame, and so has no idea how much he’s
loved by the God who created him. The
God who, walking by, stops and calls him by name, calls him to climb down out
of that tree.
We’re
all, I think, Zacchaeus, for we’re all sinners.
None of us really comprehends the depth of God’s love for us, huh? All of us are searching for more, for
meaning, for joy.
We
here in these four walls are truly blessed because here we have found and continue
to find the only thing that can bring us true joy, and that’s not a thing but a
love relationship with a person, the same person who called Zacchaeus down out
of that tree – Our Blessed Lord Jesus Christ.
Who is the only source of true joy, of true fulfillment, of peace, of
mercy, of healing.
But
isn’t it true that those of us in these four walls can sometimes find ourselves
grumbling, like “everyone” else in this story?
Not just the scribes and Pharisees, but “everyone.” Including the disciples and apostles. Who might have claimed some “ownership” of
the Lord and their own interpretation of what His presence among them
signified. Who grumbled that he would
speak to such a sinner, much less invite himself to go stay with such a person.
I
know I can be that way. Judgmental. Convinced that my understanding of the Lord
is the correct one. Not open to His
spirit. Not open to change, to
conversion of my heart. Maybe more interested in wall-building than door-opening. Not very attractive.
If
that describes you, too, sisters and brothers, then perhaps He’s calling us to
look for Him anew. To open our hearts to
His invitation to climb out of the tree, to come stay in our homes, in our
hearts. To humbly admit our own
sinfulness and open ourselves anew to His call to repent and be converted. To again experience the peace, the joy that
only His mercy can bring.
For
if we find here the only thing that brings true fulfillment, true joy, we will
have hearts on fire to share that good news with everyone. We won’t want to hoard Jesus to ourselves but
share Him and His message. We will want
to open doors, not build walls.
In
this way, you and I as individuals but above all as His Church are called to be
the third character in this Gospel – Jesus Himself. We are called by our baptism to share in His
mission and what is that mission? It’s
right there in the last few words of this Gospel – The Son of Man came to seek,
and to save, the lost.
It’s
right there, too, in our parish mission statement, which reads “Our mission is
to invite and welcome people of all ages, backgrounds and walks of life to
embrace and celebrate our vocation – to be Christ to the world.” And to be Christ to the world means to do
what He did - to seek, and to save the lost.
You
see, crazy as it may sound, He ascended into heaven and left you and me to
carry on His mission. Not alone mind
you, but guided by and filled with His Holy Spirit, and fed here at His altar
with His very Body, Blood, Soul and Divinity, it’s up to you, and me, all of us
to be like Him - charismatic, attractive, above all joyful, and to go forth
from here be His mercy, His love, in our world.
To seek the lost so that He can save them.
That
is our mission - it’s up to you, and me, and us - to welcome and gather them
in, where they, too can hear the call we hear, the call to repent, to convert,
to change our hearts. To experience as
Zacchaeus did, that life-changing encounter with Jesus Christ, Our Blessed
Lord.
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