Parable of the Pharisee and the Publican Drama
Parable of the Pharisee and the Publican Luke.18.9-14
Artwork: The Pharisee and the Publican by Harry Lisgo
(The Pharisee flounces in, full of his own importance... the other, the Tax Collector enters tearfully and prayerfully. The Pharisee dresses as a 'religious' person, the Tax Collector as a person in great need.)
Narrator: Two people one day came into church, one was a Pharisee, the other a Tax Collector.
The Pharisee stood up and this is how he prayed.
Pharisee: I am your faithful servant God, there’s no-one serves likes me,
look around at all these others, and you’ll see. (nods towards the congregation)
They’re lazy, self-centred, their faith~ not all that strong,
But I cannot be faulted for I never go far wrong.
I smile a lot, I’m popular, a pleasure to have around;
People realise I’m important; my good deeds all abound,
A pillar of the church I am, reliable and sound!
Without MY Sunday offering, this church here would fall down! (looks up at the roof)
I give my money to the poor, well, I give them what I can,
I say my prayers quite often, and I’m your biggest fan God,
But I’m pleased I’m not like HER/HIM, her/his life is such a mess,
S/he’s really quite pathetic, but I’m sure s/he TRIES her/his best.
(motions towards the other person)
So come on God, give me credit? I’m sure you must agree
You must be filled with so much joy…. to have a child . . . like me?
Narrator: The Tax Collector would not even raise his eyes to heaven, but hung his head in shame and whispered:
Tax Collector: Oh God . . . I’m so sorry! (this person speaks right from the heart)
Narrator: As you watch them leave this place, ask yourself which person, went home forgiven?
© Sheila Hamil revised January 2104