Luke 19:1-4 “Jesus entered Jericho and was passing through. 2 A man was there by the name of Zacchaeus; he was a chief tax collector and was wealthy. 3 He wanted to see who Jesus was, but because he was short he could not see over the crowd. 4 So he ran ahead and climbed a sycamore-fig tree to see him, since Jesus was coming that way.”
In the late 1950’s, President Dwight Eisenhower made a stop in Phoenix, Arizona.
Dad loaded our family of six into the car and drove for more than an hour to the airport. There, we joined other folk at the chainlink fence separating the runway from a stretch of desert. 
The air crackled with excitement as we kept watching the late afternoon sky for a sign of his arrival. When his plane landed, he walked over to the fence and shook hands with those fortunate enough to be in the front row. He even kissed a couple of babies, as I recall.
The crowd was quite large for those times and most were adults, so Dad gave each of us a turn to sit on his shoulders so we could see the beloved “IKE.”
We had quite a tale to tell at school the next day. Not only had we laid eyes on the President, we had also been allowed to stay up past our bedtime!
Yes, it was quite an experience—one I have never forgotten.
A Bible story I have never forgotten, either, is that of Zacchaeus, who wanted to see Jesus so badly that he climbed a tree to get a better view.
Many years later, I learned that the sycamore tree is not a tall and sturdy tree. But, I guess it gave him just enough of a boost that he achieved his goal.
Not only did he see Jesus, but Jesus noticed him. He even invited himself over to Zacchaeus’s house that very evening!
As much as I enjoyed seeing our nation’s thirty-fourth president up close, I know nothing will compare to experiencing a personal greeting from Jesus in Heaven.
If you are a Christian, you won’t need to sit on anyone’s shoulders or climb a tree to see Him.
There won’t be a chainlink fence between you and your Savior.
We will see Him face-to-face.
And, word has it, He’s invited you to dinner.
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Sweet story–and sweet reminder!
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