Luke 18:14, “I tell you, this man went down to his home justified rather than the other; for all who exalt themselves will be humbled, but all who humble themselves will be exalted.”
Over and over again the people questioned John the Baptist. “Are you the One?” Their numbers grew—disciples followed—religious leaders came. A heady experience. An explosion of mission. An opportunity for status.
“There is One to come greater,” John replied. “Whose sandals I am not worthy to carry.”
Offering proof of merit, however, the Pharisee prayed a litany of “at least I am not…”. As a precaution against what he was? As a protection of his position? Pompous. Prideful. So bound by his own righteousness. So dishonest even in prayer.
The tax collector would not even lift his eyes. Could not face his God. Could plead only for mercy.
Over and over again I attempt to justify my errors by listing my successes. Or to bolster my failures with smugness at another’s faults. And am glad at least I am not a Pharisee.
Teach me Lord, true humility. The kind that does not recognize itself because there are eyes for no one else except You.
Psalm of Worship: Psalm 119:15
I will meditate on your precepts,
and fix my eyes on your ways.
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