Who am I
Luke 19: 1-6
He entered Jericho and was passing through it. A man was there named Zacchaeus; he was a chief tax-collector and was rich. He was trying to see who Jesus was, but on account of the crowd he could not, because he was short in stature. So he ran ahead and climbed a sycamore tree to see him, because he was going to pass that way. When Jesus came to the place, he looked up and said to him, ‘Zacchaeus, hurry and come down; for I must stay at your house today.’ So he hurried down and was happy to welcome him.
Dear Lord,
I fear to approach you.
You are surrounded by so many
More fit
More able
More confident
More experienced
More talented
More worthy.
They crowd around you, seeking attention,
Who am I that I should approach?
So I sneak up,
Timidly and shyly.
Peaking round corners.
Trying to approach you
But sure that there are many more important things
Demanding your attention.
And then the miracle!
You ignore all those people.
The clever, the skilled
The socially acceptable.
(They would cut me out and cut me off.
They disparage and dismiss me.
Perhaps some of them even hate me.)
And yet you come towards ME!
You notice me and call to me.
I cannot mistake your call.
You look not over my shoulder
To someone fitter and taller.
You speak to me
And call my name!
You come in, and sit with me
And sup with me
And I am acceptable in your sight.
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