Every Friday I dig into the archives and dust off an old post. If you haven’t read it, it’s new to you!
Last night in our super-awesome small group, we were going through part four of the super-awesome curriculum our super-awesome small group staff put together. We spent a few minutes talking about a wee little man named Zackeus. Um, Zaccheous. Uh, Zack, and our leader asked us to make some observations from the text.
This is a story I’ve read all my life. I’ve preached on it. I’ve sung the song (AND done the hand motions). But I noticed something last night that I never really thought about before.
Jesus ignored the crowd in order to single out Zack.
Picture it: hundreds of people. Huge crowd. All wanted a glimpse of Jesus. All wanted a piece of his time. All wanted a miracle from his hand.
But Jesus chose the least likely, the most hated, the greatest outcast among the crowd, and it was to him that he gave his full attention.
That’s so like Jesus. And so unlike us.