You gotta wonder what Jesus saw in Matthew. He was a tax collector. The profession hasn’t been too popular in any era, but especially not in the days of Christ. Tax collectors were the quislings of Palestine. They took from their own people and gave to Rome. As long as they met their quota, they could tax whatever they wanted and as much as they wanted.
People ducked when they saw these guys coming.
Not only was Matthew a tax collector, he was a public tax collector. Some collectors did their business underground. They hired runners to do their dirty work. Matthew did his own. He was the leech at the bottom of the pit. He pulled his stretch limo right into the greasiest parts of town and set up his table and held out his hand.
That’s where he was when Jesus called him.
You gotta wonder what Jesus saw in Matthew. At the same time, you gotta wonder what Matthew saw in Jesus. I mean, look at him. Dirt under his nails. Calloused hands. Holes in his sandals. No headquarters. No office. No committee. No clout with the local church.
The clergy won’t give him the time of day. His followers look more like dock hands or pool sharks than seminarians.
This guy claims to be the Messiah?
Quite a pair, these two. You gotta wonder what they saw in each other. Whatever it was, it must’ve been something. Matthew heard the call and never went back. He spent the rest of his life convincing folks that the carpenter was the King. Jesus gave the call and never took it back. He spent his life dying for people like Matthew, convincing a lot of us that if he had a place for Matthew, he just might have a place for us. –Max Lucado
As we dive into the gospels, the telling of God come down to live among us, we begin with Matthew. With these thoughts of Matthew, a flawed human who was called and forgiven, let us read with a new perspective. Let’s take a fresh look at our Savior and those who followed him. Maybe, just maybe we will understand His love for us in a much deeper way and accept the fact that Jesus redeemed us.
Jesus must see something in us that we do not see. You gotta wonder…