The Professor and the Prostitute
Miffed as he was that the call-girl’s sobs were distracting him from the beautiful surroundings, he was inspired to pray thus: “God, thank you that I have the capacity to truly appreciate and understand all this architecture and artwork. Thank you for giving me a sense of decorum in such a place...” (Here he spared half a thought for the girl in the back, whose sobs rose briefly in volume). “I write articles for reputable publications, and I contribute to your work through charitable giving. Thank you that I am not like so many other people who come in here: half-drunk, half-awake, half-crazy.”
On his way out of the cathedral, the professor could hear the call girl, who was still on the floor, mumbling the words, “Have mercy, I’m such a rotten sinner.” He mentally agreed with her self-assessment, taking great care to give her a wide berth.
When the call girl finally left the cathedral herself, half-naked in the sunlight, she went home justified rather than the professor. For everyone who exalts himself will be humbled, but the one who humbles himself will be exalted.
(See Luke 18:9-14.)