So, Michael and I were at church a couple of weeks ago, just listening to the good 0l' preacher tell us about what we should be doing with our lives (which, it seems, always seems like it's a topic that I had been struggling with recently, so I bet God just thinks it's a hoot when I finally figure it out). I was zoning out a little bit (sorry, it happens), and suddenly heard the preacher refer to Zaccheus.
Zaccheus? Where have I heard that name?
Then it dawned on me...I started singing this little song in my head that I learned when I was a kid:
Zaccheus was a wee little man
and a wee little man was he!
He climbed up in a sycamore tree
for the Lord he wanted to see!
And as the savior passed that way
he looked up in the tree
And he said,
Zaccheus, you come down!
::dun dun dun dun dun dun::!!! (forgot the last lines)
After realizing what it was, and singing it quietly out loud (Michael was thoroughly confused), I thought about how many bible stories I learned through song. It's funny, because just the name triggered the memory - Zaccheus, he was short, he was a tax collector (when the fact that he was a tax collector was mentioned, I nodded my head like one of those annoying women on a food processor infomercials), and that he just wanted to look at the good ol' JC.
It's funny, though, how many bible stories do I NOT know because there was no song associated with it? It's amazing how children's minds suck everything up, and that music helps kids learn (ahm, school districts who are cutting music programs); it's awesome.
Makes me wanna be a Sunday School Teacher. Kind of.
So, here's to Zaccheus, and thanks to a little diddy and a weird name, I kinda know who you are. Woop.
Zaccheus is doin' his yay God thang. Wonder where he got his hat.
