Sermons

Zacchaeus and Me

Luke 19:1-10

[Jesus] entered Jericho and was passing through it. A man was there named Zacchaeus; he was a chief tax collector and was rich. He was trying to see who Jesus was, but on account of the crowd he could not, because he was short in stature. So he ran ahead and climbed a sycamore tree to see him, because he was going to pass that way.

When Jesus came to the place, he looked up and said to him, “Zacchaeus, hurry and come down; for I must stay at your house today.” So he hurried down and was happy to welcome him.

All who saw it began to grumble and said, “He has gone to be the guest of one who is a sinner.” Zacchaeus stood there and said to the Lord, “Look, half of my possessions, Lord, I will give to the poor; and if I have defrauded anyone of anything, I will pay back four times as much.” Then Jesus said to him, “Today salvation has come to this house, because he too is a son of Abraham. For the Son of Man came to seek out and to save the lost.”


Most of us know the story of Zacchaeus well. I can’t hear his name without the requisite ear-worm … that oldy, but goody Sunday school classic … “Zacchaeus was a wee, little man; a wee little man was he. He climbed up in the sycamore tree, for the Lord he wanted to see...” Of course, there’s so much more to Zacchaeus than what any of us learned in Sunday school.

He is a pint-sized prototype for the lost and looking. Zacchaeus is the “Mini-Me” for every man, woman, and child who ever had a longing to know – or to know more – about Jesus. Zacchaeus sets a precedent for what it means to know Jesus, to be known by Jesus, and to live differently because of Jesus.

See, it’s important that we’re told Zacchaeus was a chief tax collector – and a rich one at that – because chief tax collectors were first century opportunists who contracted with Roman officials to collect money for the government. It is not a compliment – but more of a comment about the limited quality of his character – when the gospel says Zacchaeus was a wealthy chief tax collector. Because Zacchaeus, as a “son of Abraham,” was a Jewish man, taking advantage of his Jewish brothers and sisters, for his own benefit, and in cahoots with the government that was their oppressor.

And he was short. (Not that there’s anything wrong with that, as far as you and I are concerned. But you can’t help but wonder if that, too, wasn’t a dig or a jab, just like all the rest; that he had to climb trees like a child might, in order to get a better view above the crowds.)

Anyway, because of all of that, it’s easy for us – so many generations later and so culturally and historically removed from Jesus that day in Jericho – to think we don’t have much, if anything, in common with Zacchaeus. People in our neighborhood, in or our congregation; people in our circle of friends or family don’t talk about how rich we are, do they? None of us works for the oppressor, do we? We can’t possibly be any more selfish or self-interested than the average bear, can we?

The easy ways we distance ourselves from the likes of Zacchaeus remind me of a question raised by an ethicist named Peter Singer who asks – almost rhetorically – “If you saw a child drowning in a shallow pond, would you wade into that shallow pond to rescue the child, even if you were wearing your favorite, new pair of shoes?” Most people – and I would suspect everyone of us here – would answer that question with a quick and easy “yes,” myself included. We would enter a shallow pond to save the life of a drowning child without a second thought, no matter what shoes we were wearing.

But Peter Singer suggests that, in reality, truth-be-told, we answer that question in the opposite way, daily – every time we spend our money or use our resources in ways that don’t meet the needs of the world around us. In other words, even though we can’t see them in the water, there are children drowning in proverbial ponds all over the world as I stand here before you in my own favorite new pair of shoes (I have a matching pair in blue, just for good measure); the money from which could have saved any number of children, in any number of ways – be it a simple meal, a dose of medicine, a vaccination, or even a pair of shoes to cover and protect their own fragile, freezing feet, in the coming winter.

Which is to say, I might have a thing or two in common with Zacchaeus, after all. And maybe you do, too.

I mean, Zacchaeus had a home. He had plenty to eat and to drink and to spend. He likely had a sense of security, by way of his connections with the Romans and all. And I bet he had a couple of nice pairs of sandals, too. But apparently, all of that still didn’t matter as much – it wasn’t as fulfilling, perhaps – as he’d hoped. He was still looking for something that made him climb a tree, just to see this Jesus who was rolling through town.

And if you look around – and maybe, even, in the mirror – you’ll see the same is true today. The house, the cars, the boats. The clothes, the toys, the stuff. The school, the degree, the 401K. Our culture works really hard to convince us that there is no such thing as too much money or too many things or enough of our favorite stuff.

Can you imagine an amount of money that would be too much for you and yours? How much is enough before you would feel comfortable giving 10% of it away, as Scripture suggests? And is that likely to happen anytime soon? We could always make more, have more, save more. And we do – or we try.

We try and we try and we try. We run and we run and we run. We climb and we climb and we climb. Until we end up like Zacchaeus – up a tree and still searching. Up a tree and out of tricks. Up a tree and farther away from God and Jesus and faith and purpose than we ever were when we first started to climb.

So today, we’re called to look down – like Zacchaeus did – and to see the answer standing at our feet. Jesus shows up and says “hurry and come down. I must stay at your house today.” “Get down from there. Stop. Come with me. Let me come with you. I know a better way.”

Jesus doesn’t chase after Zacchaeus or hunt him down or shake him out of that sycamore tree. Jesus doesn’t zap Zacchaeus with a bolt of lightening or shame him in front of the crowds. Jesus doesn’t do any of the things the crowd thought Jesus should do to punish the sinner they all saw in Zacchaeus. And Jesus doesn’t do any of that to us, either.

Instead, Jesus invites himself over. Jesus shows up and offers forgiveness, he shows acceptance, he gives love and grace and hope to the one person no one else thought was worthy or capable of receiving it – maybe not even Zacchaeus, himself.

And then Jesus says, “Today, salvation has come to this house.” And he doesn’t say that because Zacchaeus finally antes up and promises to give half of his paycheck away or because Zacchaeus commits to pay back – times four – all those people he’d ripped off in the past. We know too much about God’s grace to pretend Zacchaeus paid for the salvation Jesus promised him that day.

No. When Jesus says, “Today salvation has come to this house,” it’s all about Zacchaeus’ identity as “a son of Abraham.” Zacchaeus, too, was a descendant of Abraham and a child of God. Jesus reminded Zacchaeus … sinful, greedy, tax-collecting Zacchaeus – in his fresh, fancy, favorite pair of shoes … that even he was part of God’s plan for creation; the plan to use his blessings to be a blessing for the sake of the world. And that was life-giving news to the little, first century Scrooge.

We are talking a lot about money around here these days (and making no bones about it) – mostly because we need it to build what we believe God is calling us to build in order to grow our little part of the kingdom at Cross of Grace. But all of this talk about money isn’t just about bricks, mortar, square footage and bigger kitchens. It’s about remembering our call as children of Abraham, to divest ourselves of the things that keep us – and the Church – from fulfilling God’s plan for the world. And it’s about God’s call for us as Partners in Mission in this place; a call to share grace and good news and our resources with all people in ways that are unique in this community.

So, as we pray about and make our commitments to this capital campaign – and I hope each of us will pray about and make a commitment to this capital campaign – let them be made with the same amount of surprise, gratitude, generosity, and joy we hear from Zacchaeus this morning. And let’s do it, not because we have to but because we get to and because we are able. And let’s let the same transformation that came to Zacchaeus come to each of us, as a result.

And when that happens – when we let our lives be changed by God’s grace and by our own generosity – I believe we’ll know something new about salvation, “today,” on this side of eternity. And we’ll get a glimpse of God’s heaven right where we live.

Amen

The Risk of Saints - All Saints Sunday 2025

Luke 6:20-31

Then Jesus looked up at his disciples and said:

“Blessed are you who are poor,

    for yours is the kingdom of God.

 “Blessed are you who are hungry now,

    for you will be filled.

“Blessed are you who weep now,

    for you will laugh.

“Blessed are you when people hate you and when they exclude you, revile you, and defame you on account of the Son of Man. Rejoice on that day and leap for joy, for surely your reward is great in heaven, for that is how their ancestors treated the prophets.

“But woe to you who are rich,

    for you have received your consolation.

 “Woe to you who are full now,

    for you will be hungry.

“Woe to you who are laughing now,

    for you will mourn and weep.

“Woe to you when all speak well of you, for that is how their ancestors treated the false prophets.

“But I say to you who are listening: Love your enemies; do good to those who hate you; bless those who curse you; pray for those who mistreat you. If anyone strikes you on the cheek, offer the other also, and from anyone who takes away your coat do not withhold even your shirt. Give to everyone who asks of you, and if anyone takes away what is yours, do not ask for it back again. Do to others as you would have them do to you.


There is a patron saint for almost anything. If you have a fear of caterpillars, meet St. Magnus - the Patron Saint for Protection against those creepy crawlers. Work at a gas station? St. Eligius is your saint. He was the patron saint of horses and blacksmiths, until cars came along and someone decided he should cover gas stations too. 

If you are a beer lover, Arnold is your saint. The tradition goes, some thirsty people prayed to him to give them what they lacked and a pot of beer appeared. And if the morning after gets rough, there’s even St. Bibiana,  the patron saint of hangovers. I’m not making that up. 

Then, there’s Drogo, patron saint of unattractive people, not that any of you need to pray to him. I think you get the point. There is a saint for nearly every situation. 

One of my favorite saints, and the one I think we need inspiration from today, is Saint Aelred of Rievaulx, the patron saint of friendships. You’ve probably never heard of him, which is part of why I love him. Aelred wasn’t known for miracles or dramatic conversions, but for the way he understood and practiced friendship as a path to God.

He was born in northern England, the son of a married priest before that became outlawed, and he was well-educated and well-liked from an early age.In his twenties, he served in the Scottish court under King David I: respected for his intelligence, diplomacy, and trustworthiness. 

But at age twenty-four, he walked away from what was surely a promising career and entered the monastery at Rievaulx in Yorkshire. I’m sure his parents were thrilled since monking makes such good money. 

He quickly became known for his warmth and wisdom. He eventually rose through the ranks and became the abbot of the whole monastery, overseeing more than 600 monks. But he didn’t lead the way we usually imagine leaders do—commanding, strict, or heavy-handed.Aelred was gentle and empathetic, rarely a harsh disciplinarian, and always attentive to the spiritual and emotional needs of the people entrusted to him.

He’s best known for his writing and preaching on friendship. Aelred had a gift for befriending the people others overlooked, those who were weak, temperamental, or thought to be less than holy. In his most famous work, Spiritual Friendship, he describes a true friend as:

“the guardian of my very soul” the one who  protects all the secrets of my spirit in loyal silence, the one who bears and endures anything wicked they see in my soul. For a friend will rejoice with my soul rejoicing, grieve with its grieving, and feel that everything that belongs to a friend belongs to themself”. 

That kind of definition might make us rethink who we call a friend.  Aelred’s idea of friendship isn’t casual or convenient; it sounds more like the love of a spouse, a parent, a sibling, or that one person who walked with us through the best and the worst. And for many of us, that’s the person we remember today on All Saints Sunday.

Today is unusual in the church year. Instead of primarily giving thanks to the God we know in Jesus Christ, this Sunday is set apart to remember the people we have known and loved in Christ, the ones who have gone before us and now rest in him.

And whether we realize it or not, we’re also honoring the love shared between us: the risk of loving and being loved, or as Aelred might say, the holy work of friendship.

On All Saints Sunday, we remember not just the people we loved, but the risk it took to love them  and the risk they took in loving us. Every real relationship carries the possibility, maybe even the certainty, of hurting and being hurt.

And that’s true of the saints we remember today. Some of them were anything but saintly. Some were difficult. Some were wounded, and some were wounding. Even the best of them didn’t consistently love their enemies, pray for those who hurt them, or give generously all the time.

But in the Lutheran tradition, that’s not what makes a saint. A saint isn’t someone who got it right. A saint is someone who tried, failed, and is forgiven by God. That is what makes a saint: a forgiven sinner.

Which means this loving and being loved is risky business, no matter who it is. C.S. Lewis puts it this way:

“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken.  If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe and dark, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.

To love is to be vulnerable.”

Is there anyone who knows this risk — this vulnerability — more than the God we know in Jesus Christ? He left heaven, only to be betrayed by his own people, abandoned by his friends, and to have his heart beaten and broken until it stopped on the cross. And he did it so that we might be made into saints — forgiven sinners. Truly, there is no greater love than that.

This morning we don’t just remember the saints in our lives, we remember the love it took to be in relationship with them, and the risk that love always requires. Saint Aelred reminds us that to love is to risk. And to follow Jesus is simply to keep risking love again and again. Which means this life of faith is never without risk.

Today is not only All Saints Sunday; it’s also the launch of our capital campaign. You’ve seen the plans, the pictures, and you’ve given feedback along the way. And today we want to show you where all of that has led us.Because at the heart of this campaign is not just more seats in a sanctuary, or a bigger building. At the heart of it is more relationships. Buildings don’t make a church. Relationships do.

But buildings can give us the space where those vulnerable, holy friendships can take root. That’s what we’re after: a sanctuary that makes room for more people to experience the grace of Jesus Christ, and one that finally allows everyone to enter, serve, and participate fully in worship. And a Community Hub: a space where neighbors can connect, where learning and conversation can happen, where kids can play and grow, where anyone can meet, make, or find a friend.

Does this involve risk? Absolutely. Not just financial risk, though that’s part of it. The deeper risk is opening ourselves to the people around us.

We risk people coming into our space simply to use it — and nothing more. We risk people learning what we believe about God’s grace and deciding they want nothing to do with it.

And we risk forming new friendships that will stretch our hearts and our community to make room for the people God sends our way. We could get really attached to these people. We could give our hearts to them. And that requires vulnerability.

But that’s the life Jesus calls us to — a life of risk, of friendship, of love.

And if that is not at the heart of why we’re doing this — if all we want is a bigger building with more empty chairs and tables — then this campaign can be damned. But if we are willing to take the risk — to open ourselves, to make the kind of friends Aelred made, the ones others overlook and dismissed, and to share the love of Jesus with a community who needs to see it, hear it, and feel it — then we are truly rooted in grace and growing in mission.

Since there’s a saint for nearly every situation, let Aelred be our saint for this moment. 

Not because he built anything, but because he loved people others ignored. Because he believed friendship was holy work. Because he knew the work of grace was making room for the overlooked and the imperfect.

This campaign is not about numbers or square footage. It is about making more room for that kind of love: the kind that turns strangers into friends, and friends into saints.

Because as Aelred wrote, “True friendship draws us right up to the edge of what it means to know God and experience God.”

Amen