(A letter from a Jericho tax collector.)
“Zacchaeus in the Sycamore Awaiting the Passage of Jesus” James Tissot (French, 1836-1902)
So right in the middle of a story, he looks up, smiles and points to me. Calls my name. Never met, but he calls me by name. Says he’s staying at my place. My first thought is, he’s sick of crashing in dumps and he knows I’m loaded. You know the rest.
Peace and grace,
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