The Pharisee and The Tax Collector (Update)

Parable of the Pharisee and the Tax Collector Luke.18.9-14

(The Pharisee flounces in, full of his own importance... the other, the Tax Collector enters tearfully and prayerfully.

Narrator:

Two people one day came into the temple to pray. One was a Pharisee, the other a Tax Collector. The Pharisee stood up and this is how he prayed.

Pharisee:

I am your humble servant God, there’s no-one quite like me,

look round at all these others, and you’ll see.

They’re lazy, they’re sinners, their faith~ not quite as strong,

And I cannot be faulted for I never go far wrong.

I’m weak and faint from fasting, pay tithes on all I earn,

My reputation faultless, my zeal forever burns

I pray at each street corner; my good deeds all abound,

A pillar of the faith I am, reliable and sound!

I give my money to the poor, I give them what I can,

And if there is a task to do, then I am just the man!

I dress in rich regalia, in clothing rich and cool

I educate the populace, insist they keep the rules

But I’m glad I’m not this creature, whose life seems such a mess,

He’s really looks pathetic, but I suppose he tries his best.

(motions towards the other person)

So come on Lord, give me credit? I’m sure you must agree

You must be feeling very proud …. to have a son. . . 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 they leave this place, ask yourself, which person went home forgiven?

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