The Pharisee stood by himself and prayed, ‘God, I thank you that I’m not like other people—not like robbers, or people who do other evil things, or those who commit adultery, or even like this tax collector.
They gave a lot of money, but it was extra money they could afford to give. She gave even though she was poor. She put in all she had—everything she needed to live on.”
But he answered his father, ‘Look! All these years I’ve worked like a slave for you. I’ve always obeyed your orders. But you’ve never given me even a young goat so I could celebrate with my friends.