Get Shorty

My favorite Sunday School song of all time would have to be the Zacchaeus song. Yesterday, straining to see over the crowds at Princes Street Gardens for a view of the Easter play, I mentioned this to Alan. I started the first few words of the song,

Zacchaeus was a

and he continued,

really little man, and a really little man was he-

Whoa. Hold a minute, I told him. A really little man? We always called him a wee little man.

And Alan replied, wee little man? But he's a really little man. That's right. All those kids in VBS and other church camps in the States are out-Scottishing the Northern Irish, and maybe all of the UK (I'm not sure yet,will have to ask around).

The play, a joint effort of many Eddie Bert churches, started at 2:30 PM. Thanks to the genius of the British railway systems, my train was delayed and I couldn't get to the park until an hour after the play had started. Not wanting to show up only to see the last few minutes, I asked Alan for the play's progress as I was leaving the train.

Moi: Has Jesus risen yet?
Alan: No, he's not even arrested yet.
Moi: Not arrested?! What have they been doing for the past hour? It's the Easter story for God's sake.

Apparently, they were going over stories like Zacchaeus.

Zacchaeus was a wee little man
and a wee little man was he
He climbed onto a sycamore tree
because Jesus he wanted to see.

PS. I'd like to take this opportunity to give a special shout out to Jenny's dad and his awesome middle name.