Luk 18:10-13 “Two men went up into the temple to pray, one a Pharisee and the other a tax collector. The Pharisee, standing by himself, prayed thus: ‘God, I thank you that I am not like other men, extortioners, unjust, adulterers, or even like this tax collector. I fast twice a week; I give tithes of all that I get.’ But the tax collector, standing far off, would not even lift up his eyes to heaven, but beat his breast, saying, ‘God, be merciful to me, a sinner!’
Two men walked into the temple to pray. That is where the similarity ends. The Pharisee stood and prayed: Luke’s word for his posture is telling. He didn’t kneel. He didn’t bow. He stood, and he began to itemize. Every word he said was true. That is what makes it so devastating.
The tax collector stood at a distance. Not at the front, where the righteous positioned themselves. At the back, near the edge, where the unworthy lingered. He couldn’t even lift his eyes. He beat his chest, a gesture of grief, of self-accusation, and said the only thing he could say: “God, have mercy on me, a sinner” (Luke 18:13).
No itemized list. No résumé. Not just having little, but having nothing to offer, nothing to stand on, nothing to bring.
The Pharisee prayed to a God who owed him something. The tax collector prayed to a God who owed him nothing. Only one of them was right about God. And only one of them went home right with God.
Pride wants to stand. Humility wants to kneel. And every time we walk into the room to pray, one of them wins. The question is not which one we are. The question is which one we bring into the room when we pray.
Come empty. You will be filled. You will be justified.