I read something recently that reminded me of the extravagant efforts people made to get near Jesus. Because everywhere he went, people were desperate to get near him. Desperate. Four friends dig a hole through a roof (property damage!) to get their paralyzed friend to Jesus. A tax-collector wants to see Jesus, but he’s too short and the crowds refuse to let him through. So he does something completely shameless and climbs up a tree like a child, desperate just to get a glimpse of Jesus. A leper causes a scandalous scene by approaching a crowd, breaking all social and legal taboos, and pathetically cries out, "Son of David, have mercy on me!" A street prostitute interrupts a gathering of dignified religious leaders meeting with Jesus to wash his feet with her tears and hair – an act that opens her to hateful scorn and sneers.
All these people were absolutely shameless in seeking out Jesus, just to be near him, just to see his face. And I look at myself and I ask – do I have faith like that? Do I love Jesus like that? Or am I reserved, self-protective, risk-aversed? Perhaps it's because I don't feel my desperate need like these other people. Because for them, Jesus was their only hope, their only salvation. And so they were shameless.