November
4, 2007 Luke
19:1-10
“Climbing A Tree To Shed Out Dragon
Skin”
In the third
book of the Narnia Chronicles, The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, a series
of books which begins with the well known, The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe
C.S. Lewis tells the story of Eustace: a
self centered boy who systematically isolates himself from his companions and
finds himself more and more alone and alienated. Eustace wanders off by himself to an island
where he discovers a dragon’s lair and a treasure. But before he can steal any of it, he is
turned into a dragon himself. Eustace is no longer the boy God created him to
be. He is cut off from his true self and
cut off from the human family. His is trapped in dragon’s skin.
Eustace is
rescued by Aslan, the lion, the hero and savior of these Chronicles. Aslan leads him to a clear well and tells
Eustace to shake off his dragon scales.
Eustace shakes off as many scales as he can, but he cannot get rid of
his dragon skin by himself.
Eustace the
dragon then lies down and Aslan the lion comes to him and using his claws,
tears into Eustace’s skin.
Eustace
says, “The very first tear the lion made was so deep that I thought it had gone
right into my heart. And when he began
pulling the skin off, it hurt worse than anything I had ever felt¼ He peeled the beastly stuff off¼ and there I was, smooth and soft as a peeled switch¼ Then he caught hold of me and threw me into the
water. It smarted like anything but only
for a moment. After it became perfectly
delicious and¼ I found that all the
pain had gone.
How often do
we become a dragon? Despite all we know,
despite all that those who love us try
to tell us, we lose our way and find ourselves trapped in some cave,
some murky lonely place, surrounded by all the things we thought we wanted, but
realize only too late that such things are worthless. In that lost-ness, we discover that we have
turned into something other than we were really meant to be.
This is the
condition we find Zacchaeus.
Bible School children are taught a fun little song about this
little man. They sing, “Zacchaeus was a
wee little man and a wee little man was he.”
And the song is right; he was “a wee little man.” Not only in physical stature, but also in
spirit. Zacchaeus had turned into a
dragon. Somewhere back in his past
Zacchaeus got off track. Like Eustace,
he wandered away into isolation, away from the life with his human family. Bad habits had taken root in his heart; and
greed, selfishness, the lust for power, prestige, and money had taken him
over. And they were destroying him. Zacchaeus developed dragon scales that cut
him off from his true self, his human family, and from God.
Zacchaeus
was the chief tax collector for the Roman government in the prospering city of Jericho. He probably had a staff of collectors, and he
was, very possibly, the most hated man in Jericho. He worked for the occupying Roman forces, and
was regarded as a traitor to his own people.
This hatred
stemmed from how he took advantage of his power and authority, exploited those
around him, and had complete disregard for the welfare of others. For instance, he and his cohorts could stop a
person in Jericho
and assess duties on nearly everything in his or her possession. A cart, for instance, could be taxed for each
wheel, for the animal that pulled it, and for the merchandise that it carried. Zacchaeus was required to send in a
certain amount of money, but anything over that amount he was free to
keep. The system was ripe for abuse, and
this passage tersely states in verse two “he was rich”, as if it were some kind
of indictment. Which it was. Zacchaeus had accumulated his wealth
in service to the Roman invaders and at the expense of his countrymen, and he
was regarded as human filth.
Zacchaeus, whose name meant “the pure one” and “the
righteous,” had turned his name into a sneer on the lips of his fellow
Jews. He was a standing joke. The mention of his name evoked disgust. The money was nice, but to live as an outcast
among your own people, with no one to call a friend, no social life, no
involvement with others except those who wanted to use you for their own ends
had to be a lonely and depressing existence.
And it
becomes apparent to us that Zacchaeus is ready to be done
with this life. Zacchaeus is ready
to and wants to shed his dragon skin.
But with all the wrong he has done, with all the people he has abused,
with all that now binds him to the life he has created, it appears as if there
is no possible way to shed his dragon skin.
But then he
hears that this Jesus, this Messiah is coming to his town. He hears how this man is different. This Jesus tells stories where the tax
collector is the hero and the Pharisee is the foe! This Jesus comes into towns and is
comfortable being associated with those on the fringes of society, people like
women, children, the diseased, and the outcast.
All those rejected by the trends of culture found in this Jesus a
listening ear, a warm reception, a compassionate heart. Certainly he was worth checking out, because
maybe, just maybe this was the one who could help him shake off his dragon
skin.
It becomes
further apparent that Zacchaeus is ready to be done with this life when he
stops at nothing to even just get a glimpse of this Jesus. Now, this was easier said than done. Zacchaeus was short, and seeing over or
through a crowd would have been impossible.
And trying to squeeze through a crowd to the front was no sure thing,
either. In the confusion of the moment,
sharp elbows would surely fly when the townspeople saw the hated Zacchaeus
vulnerable in the crowd. His only hope
was to skirt ahead of the crowd and find a sycamore tree, with its low,
spreading branches that afforded a ringside view of this Jesus. And that’s what he did. He waited there in that tree, probably not
quite knowing what to expect, as Jesus came into view.
Surely,
Zacchaeus couldn’t have predicted or even imagined what would happen next. And certainly the crowd surrounding Jesus
couldn’t have done so either. For they
all saw first hand, the reason why Jesus was there at all. To seek out and save the lost. And no one was more lost than Zacchaeus.
Each time we
lose our way, each time we find ourselves turned into the dragon of our false
self, and each time we allow fear to drive us into that murky place, before we
can be brought back to the life we are intended to have, we have to be
found. We cannot walk into newness of
life until we shed our old dragon ways, and are found by Jesus, who helps us
shed our dragon skin.
Like
Eustace, we must be found, and then shake off our dragon skin. That dragon skin is the part of us that keeps
us from accepting God’s grace. It keeps
us from embracing the fact that we are a child of God. It keeps us from believing that God has brought
us out of sin into righteousness, out of death into life.
The dragon
skin is whatever entraps us, whatever binds us.
It can take the form of addictions: addictions to food, or alcohol, or
sex, or work. Or it can be low self
esteem, or hardness of heart, or fear of other people, or jealousy, or self
hatred, or resentment. Whatever it is,
we must, like Eustace and Zacchaeus, look for a way to shed this dragon skin.
But this is
a very hard thing to do. Preachers and
professors will often talk about orderly stages of faith development, which all
seem very logical and sensible. But
shedding our dragon skin is not about any kind of development. It’s about being lost, and then being found,
and about being
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