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Zacchaeus
As publican
ruled by emperor ego,
I pursued my duty:
checked each pilgrim's progress,
exacted taxes due—
criticism's revenue (sometimes more)—
amid roars of protest,
and yet I felt no richer than before.
Burdened by the unjust weights
I placed on others' properties,
sick of more when more was less,
I was driven up a tree.
Secretly, in the closet of my leaves,
I prayed for decency. Writhing,
I repented, and confessed I sought
a lighter occupation, a sweeter rest.
This stopped a crowd-tossed craftsman soon to be sorely taxed—Christ Jesus.
He spoke of lightening loads
(or was it enlightening goads?)
and that if I'd shoulder his yoke daily—
a cross, mind you, like my tree—
following him I'd find my peace.
To shouts of salvation he called me
to ready my home as his brief abode.
Down I joyfully descended in my own esteem
and with last-repaid farthing won release—
my heart redeemed.
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June 27, 1988 issue
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Human efficiency and divine order
James Scott Rosebush
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Zacchaeus
Richard Marshall Moore
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The giving that counts most
Barbara R. Pettis
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Hassles—or opportunities to trust God more?
Virginia T. Guffin
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God, me, and the jellyfish
Julio C. Rivas T.
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Dear Father ...
Patti Stevens
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Expressing what means most
William E. Moody
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A new record
Jeannie J. Ferber
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Human rights, our response
Michael D. Rissler
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Better than swimming in the river
Mary Lee S. O'Neal
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Simple words of truth, as understood in Christian Science, can...
Lewis Granville Black with contributions from David E. Black
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Like many others, I feel a written testimony of my gratitude for...
Linda Mary Kirkbride
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Last summer I took swimming lessons
Kristen Jennifer Hayes with contributions from Constance R. Hayes
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Recently as I was reading a testimony of mine published in The Christian Science Journal...
Martha Jane Richardson