Zacchaeus, make haste and come down, for I must stay at your house tonight. ( Luke 19:5)
Zacchaeus was “short in stature,” we are told. He was also short in virtue, and yet he was so eager to see you, Lord, that he climbed a tree, unabashed, despite his wealthy (though hated) stature.
Am I so eager to catch a glimpse of you that I will sacrifice my dignity and risk ridicule? Why do I sometimes resist these very exercises that draw me closer to you? Even alone in my own space, do I fear being acknowledged by you? Am I afraid that you will notice my faults? Of course, you already know me as you did Zacchaeus, from all eternity, before I was born.
And yet, it is for sinners like me that you came. For me, you, who are all great and all good, humbled yourself. You were mocked, spat upon and crucified. You want only to save me. What does it matter whether I possess anything, as long as I am possessed by you? That is all I ask, Lord. Bring salvation to this house.