The occasional, often ill-considered thoughts of a Roman Catholic permanent deacon who is ever grateful to God for his existence. Despite the strangeness we encounter in this life, all the suffering we witness and endure, being is good, so good I am sometimes unable to contain my joy. Deo gratias!


Although I am an ordained deacon of the Catholic Church, the opinions expressed in this blog are my personal opinions. In offering these personal opinions I am not acting as a representative of the Church or any Church organization.

Sunday, November 21, 2021

Homily: Tuesday, 33rd Week in Ordinary Time

Readings: Wis 11:22-12:2; Ps 3; Lk 19:1-10

When I was growing up in suburban New York we had a wonderful tree in our front yard. A Japanese maple, maybe 30 feet high, it was the best climbing tree in the neighborhood. It had lots of branches, closely spaced so it was easy to climb. And about 15 feet up several branches formed a natural couch where I could stretch out comfortably and safely. In the spring and summer, I used to climb up there with a book, sit back, and read. Remarkably, even many of the local birds came to accept me and would often land on a branch just a foot or two away. I felt a bit like St. Francis perched up there. And because of the thick foliage that time of year I was virtually invisible, even though I could see and hear most that went on in the neighborhood.

My perch was my own personal hideout, my little neighborhood spy station. I was easily overlooked up there. That would’ve been neat if anything ever happened in our neighborhood, but of course nothing did. And whenever I read this Gospel passage from Luke, I remember sitting in that tree so many years ago.

Like me in the tree, poor Zacchaeus got no respect. He was short, but also a hated tax collector. Although a Jew, a son of Abraham, he worked for the Romans and made himself wealthy through extortion. In the eyes of his world, Zacchaeus had three strikes against him: he was short, he was rich, and probably a crook. They despised him.

But driven by the Spirit he just had to see Jesus. Thwarted by the crowd, he climbed a big sycamore, a fig tree, and gave himself a birds-eye view. He could have stayed on the ground and simply listened, hoping to catch a word or two as Jesus passed by. But there's something about seeing, about being up close and personal that connects you to the event, that makes you more than a face on the fringes. The crowd had failed to keep this public sinner away from Jesus, always an impossible task; for Jesus goes out of His way to attract sinners and the rest of humanity’s rejects.

But, of course, we’re all sinners, and Jesus still calls us all. He finds a way to help us find Him, just as He called Zacchaeus. How does Luke describe it?

“Zacchaeus…was seeking to see who Jesus was…” [Lk 19:3]

…asking the question Jesus later posed to the apostles, “Who do you say that I am?” [Mt 16:15]

This wasn’t mere curiosity. Zacchaeus climbed that tree, urged by the Holy Spirit, driven by a spiritual hunger to see Jesus, to see who He was, to know Him, to reach out to Him. And in those branches, hanging on for the Good News, he not only sees, but he is seen.

"Zacchaeus, come down quickly, for today I must stay at your house" [Lk 19:5].

Overwhelmed, Zacchaeus finds he is seen, known, and understood. Conversion has begun. For Jesus sees within each of us the glimmer of the divine, God’s mage and likeness, imprinted at creation, by a loving God. And that, brothers and sisters, is what this Gospel passage is all about. That’s what the entire Gospel, the Good News, is all about. It’s all about God’s call to conversion. Jesus calls out to us all:

“Repent and believe in the Gospel” [Mk 1:15].

And He loves to tease us, doesn’t He – even to scandalize us. He calls the most unlikely people: tax collectors, lepers, prostitutes, Roman soldiers, Pharisees like Nicodemus, pagans, Samaritans, the blind, the deaf, the halt, the lame, the deformed…a unlikely collection who will go on to become His disciples. Later, He even calls His sworn enemy to conversion, a man who persecuted those disciples, a Pharisee named Saul. Jesus overlooks no one. Unlike you and I, who love to pick and choose among those with whom we’ll associate or even tolerate, Jesus calls everyone.

Zacchaeus finds himself in the gaze of his Savior and realizes that his life so far has been a sham, far too small to hold all that Jesus has to offer. For Jesus brought and promised a priceless gift:

“Today salvation has come to this house…” [Lk 19:9]

Coming to see Jesus, to receive Him, is an experience that changes our whole way of seeing. How blessed we are to be able to see and receive right here in the Eucharist.

Climb the tree of life, brothers and sisters, where you will discover, that all along, you have been seen and known and understood and loved beyond all measure.

So, for us salvation sometimes means climbing a tree. After all, that’s exactly what Jesus does for us on the Cross.

 

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