My daughter was watching the story of Zaccheaus on TV today. Crowded streets, people pressing against each other to get a glimpse of Jesus. And there was this short man named Zaccheaus who climbed up on a tree so he could get a good view of the Lord.

I wasn’t there when this happened. But the picture I have in my mind is, Zaccheaus with tearful eyes climbing on the tree because no one wanted to be around him. He was a tax collector and he cheated everyone by collecting more taxes than he should, and therefore the people of the town hated him. They called him names as he passed by them.

No one saw his tears that he wiped away in secret. But there was a God who saw his face. All throughout the scriptures we see people who cried in secret. But in every single one of those moments, God shows up for them and turns their life around for good! Zaccheaus repented too and his life was never again the same.

The thought that crossed my mind was, If Christ lives in me, shouldn’t I have the same eyes that Christ did?? I was wondering if in this busy world we live in, I forget to see people’s faces. Am I sensitive enough to feel the pain of others like Christ did? I do not know!!! But I hunger to be the hands and feet of Christ, to lift up the spirit of someone broken! O Lord, help me see!!