Shaped By A Story Part I

This fall at the Teen Center we will read this story from Luke 19:1-10(the message) together once a week with the staff,

Then Jesus entered and walked through Jericho. There was a man there, his name Zacchaeus, the head tax man and quite rich. He wanted desperately to see Jesus, but the crowd was in his way – he was a short man and couldn’t see over the crowd. So he ran on ahead and climbed up in a sycamore tree so he could see Jesus when he came by. When Jesus got to the tree, he looked up and said, “Zacchaeus, hurry down. Today is my day to be a guest in your home.” Zacchaeus scrambled out of the tree, hardly believing his good luck, delighted to take Jesus home with him. Everyone who saw the incident was indignant and grumped, “What business does he have getting cozy with this crook?” Zacchaeus just stood there, a little stunned. He stammered apologetically, “Master, I give away half my income to the poor – and if I’m caught cheating, I pay four times the damages.” Jesus said, “Today is salvation day in this home! Here he is: Zacchaeus, son of Abraham! For the Son of Man came to find and restore the lost.”

We wll read this story and try to dwell in it. We will ask God to shape and form our work and our souls to this story.

I already love it. We so work with the little ones, so often stopped from seeing Jesus because “the crowd” in their way. I am excited about this practise and have done something similar with the Allelon crew. There we call it “Dwelling in the Word” and we use the text from Luke 10, which I found really interesting to read the two texts next to each other so to speak. They are in so many ways similar. I will try each Monday to write a little reflection from this practise, should be interesting…


Check this video out, and the song…


by U2

So you never knew love… until you crossed the line of grace
And you never felt wanted… ’til you’d someone slap your face
So you never felt alive… until you’d almost wasted away

You had to win, you couldn’t just pass
The smartest ass, at the top of the class
Your flying colors, your family tree
And all your lessons in history

Please… please… please…
Get up off your knees
Please… please… please…

(One, two, three, four)

So you never knew… how low you’d stoop to make that call
And you never knew… what was on the ground until they made you crawl
So you never knew… that the heaven you keep, you stole

Your catholic blues, your convent shoes
Your stick on tattoos now they’re making the news
Your holy war, your northern star
Your sermon on the mount from the boot of your car

Please… please… please…
Get up off your knees
Please-yeah… please… please…
Leave me out of this place

So love is hard and love is tough
But love is not what you’re thinking of

September, streets capsizing
Spilling over down the drains
Shards of glass, splinters like rain
But you could only feel your own pain

October, talk getting nowhere
November… December… remember
Are we just starting again?

Please… please… please…
Get up off your knee there
Please… please… please…

So love is big, is bigger than us
But love is not what you’re thinking of

It’s what lovers deal
It’s what lovers steal
You know I’ve found it hard to receive

Cause you my love I could never believe.


~ by Rickard on September 2, 2008.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: