After this He went out, and saw a tax collector, named Levi, sitting at the tax office; and He said to him, “Follow me.” And he left everything, and rose and followed Him.
No child begins life filled with the glorious vision of life in a tax office. We start life in wonder. It takes years of moral massage and the numbing novocaine of worldliness to talk us into believing that the goal of life is money and that counting change is happiness and normal. It is one of the propaganda triumphs of hell that the prospect of getting up and walking out of a tax office, never to return, is viewed as a strange thing and not as a return to health and sanity. Levi, all in a flash, became sane that day. He got his youth back. He stepped clean out of the rat race and into freedom. It is a measure of his health and our disease that we still think his act extraordinary and not the sensible thing any normal person would do under similar circumstances. Today, get up and follow Jesus. It’s less taxing.