I am better than you. I see all of your faults, it’s true. I see your problems clearly. How can you not? You are stupid, ignorant, deluded. I pity you. Why do you not just pick yourself up? I’ll do what I can to help, maybe take some time and cook brownies for the church bake sale. Maybe someday you can attain what I have. I will pray for you until then.
I am better than you. You see me in my tattered clothes and think these are who I am. You are so full of yourself. Jesus said, “Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth,” and “Again I tell you, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God.” Look at you, looking down upon me, if you look at me at all! My spirit so much richer than yours. Maybe someday you can attain what I have. I will pray for you until then.