Two men went up to the temple to pray, one a Pharisee and the other a tax collector.
The Pharisee stood by himself and prayed:
„I’ve been noticing a lot of prayers recently for people during this time and I commend that,
but I also wanna give a prayer for stuff.
There’s dope stuff, like material stuff, like sick apartments and watches,
and cars, and clothes and s*** that could all go away
and I don’t wanna see that stuff go away.
So I’m gonna say a prayer for that stuff.
But the tax collector stood at a distance. He would not even look up to heaven, but beat his breast and said,
„Dearest Father and Almighty Creator…
…we ask for Your grace tonight, despite our pride.
Your forgiveness, despite our doubt.
Most of all, Lord…
We ask for Your love
to soothe us through these dark times.
May we face whatever is to come…
in Your divine will with courage
and open hearts of acceptance.”
I tell you that with this man in our minds, rather than the other, we went home justified before God.