When Jesus traveled through the city of Jericho, half the town showed up to take a look. Short-in-stature Zacchaeus was among them, hopping up and down behind the wall of people, hoping to get a glimpse.
Zacchaeus was a chief tax collector. Apparently the crowd blocked his view. He spotted a sycamore tree and shimmied up. He never imagined that Christ would take a good look at him, but Jesus did. Of all the homes in town, Jesus selected Zack’s. Financed with illegal money, avoided by neighbors, yet on that day it was graced by the presence of Jesus.
Zacchaeus was never quite the same. Grace walked in the front door and selfishness scampered out the back. It changed his heart. Is it changing yours?
