Small People

Carl-Henric Svanberg became famous the wrong way. He is the chairman of BP who a couple of weeks ago tripped over language and culture in saying that BP cared about the small people of the Gulf Coast. Fortunately, Svanberg is not God. I was reminded of his gaffe reading a letter written by a relative to someone else that was shared with me today. It focuses on one of the Bible’s small people:

There are way too many times in my life that I feel small and insignificant. A mere speck in the grand scheme of things, with no reason as to why I’m here, or what mark, if any, I’ll leave.
But whenever these feelings overpower me I try to remember
one of my favorite bible characters, Zacchaeus.

As the story goes this little man, Zacchaeus,
who had made himself into more than he really was,
was eager to see Jesus as he rode into Jericho.
So eager that he climbed up into a tree for a better look.
While this may have given him a birds eye view,
it probably actually hid him from Jesus as he passed.

And here’s the part of the story that I really like,

Jesus
sees him,
knows who he is,
calls him by name,
and
wants him
to have dinner with him.

This just blows me away every time I think of it.
So much so that
I have that phrase in the back cover of my favorite bible,
And every time I’m down (way too often),
I just flip to the back and see…

HE SEES ME,
HE KNOWS ME,
HE CALLS ME,
HE WANTS ME!

It’s great to be loved
by the one who taught us
all about it.


God doesn’t have to tell me He cares about the small people. When I think I’m small, He gently corrects me with His love. And there is indeed nothing like being loved by the God of the universe who doesn’t think you are small!
Happy