“You’re like Zacchaeus!” she said.
“Why?” I asked, secretly hoping for a more meaningful answer.
“Because you’re both short.”
Oh dear . . . if I'm going to resemble Zacchaeus,
I'd rather it be his faith in welcoming God.
My younger sister and I were talking about which Bible characters we each resemble.
“You’re like Zacchaeus!” she said.
“Why?” I asked, secretly hoping for a more meaningful answer.
“Because you’re both short.”
Oh dear . . . if I'm going to resemble Zacchaeus,
I'd rather it be his faith in welcoming God.
“You’re like Zacchaeus!” she said.
“Why?” I asked, secretly hoping for a more meaningful answer.
“Because you’re both short.”
Oh dear . . . if I'm going to resemble Zacchaeus,
I'd rather it be his faith in welcoming God.
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