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Zacchaeus remembers
For a child it’s always hard being different: too fat, too thin, too tall or, like me, too small. The deep hurt of rejection – “not you, you can’t play with us, you’re not big enough” – stays with you somewhere deep down, no longer thought of, but still remembered. And the punches and pushes that you can’t return bruise the spirit.
So, perhaps it was to inflict revenge that I made the choice to collect taxes for the Romans. An eye for an eye; misery for misery; the oppressed becoming the oppressor: the tax collector. And what a tax collector I was! No excuses accepted. Pay what you owe – and a bit more, if you know what’s good for you.
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© Sue Brown 2013
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