Now a man there named Zacchaeus, who was a chief tax collector and also a wealthy man, was seeking to see who Jesus was… Luke 19:2-3a
What effort do I make to see who Jesus is?
The lock-down dementia unit of a nursing home is where I was seeking to see Jesus this weekend. It didn’t take much of an effort to smile at the residents, to say hello, what a beautiful day.
It took more of an effort to focus on the words of one woman who rambled on, to look her in the eye, and make some kind of heart connection. It took even more effort to make sense out of the gestures of one word-less man and to give him a backrub on demand.
But when joy shone out of my father’s eyes at the sight of my sister and me, when he said, “I love you” without knowing who we were, it was easy to see Jesus. Jesus is always about love.