I’m not finished with the last one yet. There sure are a lot of bulls around here.
If I listen do I get some treats?
What!? I’ve got to listen before I can have some treats?
Oh, all right.
To some who were confident of their own righteousness and looked down on everybody else, Jesus told this parable:
Is Jesus telling this to me?
What do you mean, if I listen I’ll find out?
Jesus said, “Two men went up to the temple to pray, one a Pharisee and the other a tax collector. The Pharisee stood up and prayed about himself: ‘God, I thank you that I am not like other men – robbers, evildoers, adulterers – or even like this tax collector. I fast twice a week and give a tenth of all I get.’”
Wow, that guy thinks he’s pretty good.
I wonder if he’s nice to dogs.
“But the tax collector stood at a distance. He would not even look up to heaven, but beat his breast and said, ‘God, have mercy on me, a sinner.’”
I bet that guy feels bad because nobody likes tax collectors.
I’ll give him loves – if he gives me treats.
Then Jesus said, “I tell you that this man – the tax collector – , rather than the other, went home justified before God. For everyone who exalts himself will be humbled, and he who humbles himself will be exalted.”
I’m the humblest dog around.
Now do I get my treats?