…Then, in my head, I started doing the whole pharisee thing. Remember that story? The one where the pharisee and the tax collector went to pray and the pharisee got all high and mighty, saying, “Thank you, God, for not making me like him,” (meaning, of course, like the tax collector). I sat there on my couch, shaking my head at that TAR contestant, chastising her for her unacceptable vileness. I was on a roll, I tell you, and it was not pretty. Not like us? I was saying to the screen. What do you mean? Where do you get off, deciding who’s worthy and who’s not? Not only are you sounding discriminatory, but you’ve actually given your selectivism an acronym! Geez, I thought. I’m so glad I am not like you.
Yep. I was acting just like that pharisee.
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